"I think that after all the disturbance these chaps have caused they ought to be made to face the music."
And as he began strumming the instrument even "Peewee" forgot to object.
It was a long time before the gathering broke up, and when Monsieur de Morancourt finally took his leave he said:
"I have heard a great deal about the exploits of this particular section of the Red Cross and fully expect that some day every one of you will be awarded the Croix de Guerre. And now, my young friend"—he turned to Don—"allow me to wish you very great success when you take up your new duties."
"So do we!" cried "Peewee." "I say, boys, three cheers and a tiger for Don Hale with the flying squadron!"
[1] Literally "hairy ones." The affectionate slang term that all France applies to its private soldiers.
[2] Blessé: a wounded man.
[3] Marmite: a large shell.
[4] Poste de secours: surgical first aid station.