cavalry words of command, if he knows them. He's only been in the army a fortnight. . . ."
Tietjens turned from the idyllic scene with the words:
"I suppose the Canadian sergeant-major and Lieutenant Hotchkiss are doing what they can to get their men to come back."
He re-entered the hut.
Captain Mackenzie in the light of a fantastically brilliant hurricane lamp appeared to be bathing dejectedly in a surf of coiling papers spread on the table before him.
"There's all this bumph," he said, "just come from all the headquarters in the bally world." Tietjens said cheerfully:
"What's it all about?" There were, the other answered, Garrison Headquarter orders, Divisional orders, Lines of Communication orders, half a dozen A.F.B.W. two four two's. A terrific strafe from First Army forwarded from Garrison H.Q. about the draft's not having reached Hazebrouck the day before yesterday. Tietjens said:
"Answer them politely to the effect that we had orders not to send off the draft without its complement of four hundred Canadian Railway Service men —the fellows in furred hoods. They only reached us from Etaples at five this afternoon without blankets or ring papers. Or any other papers for the matter of that."
Mackenzie was studying with increased gloom a small buff memorandum slip:
"This appears to be meant for you privately," he said. "I can't make head or tail of it otherwise. It isn't marked private."
