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I don't know much about machine-guns myself; so perhaps you" to Ayling "will walk round with me outside the position, and you can select your own emplacements." "I shall be charmed," replied Ayling, and Blaikie chuckled. "I'll just get your infantry to work first," continued the phlegmatic youth. "This way, sir!"
But I'm not on duty continuously. I am Box. Cox takes over to-morrow." He rose to his feet and looked at his watch. "You ought to move off by half-past one, sir," he said to Blaikie. "It begins to get light after that, and the Bosches have three shells for that cross-road over there down in their time-table at two-fifteen. They're a hide-bound lot, but punctual!" "Thanks," said Blaikie.
He had dropped his policeman's manner, and behaved like a gentleman. 'Ted, he said, 'I've brought a friend home for the night. I went out to look for a suspect and found a British officer. This is Captain Blaikie, of the Scots Fusiliers. The boy looked at me pleasantly. 'I'm very glad to meet you, sir.
Bobby Little remained to bid his company-commander good-morning at the junction of the two trenches. "Any casualties?" An invariable question at this spot. "No, sir. We were lucky. There was a lot of sniping." "It's a rum profession," mused Captain Blaikie, who was in a wakeful mood. "In what way, sir?" inquired the sleepy but respectful Bobby.
The firing ceases as suddenly as it began. Silence reigns again, broken only by a solitary shot from a trench-mortar a sort of explosive postscript to a half hour's Hymn of Hate. "And that's that!" observes Captain Blaikie cheerfully, emerging from Potsdam View. "The Hun is a harmless little creature, but noisy when roused. Now, what about getting home? It will be dark in half an hour or so.
The movement has been quite smartly carried out. Still, a critic must criticise or go out of business. However, Captain Blaikie is an old hand. "I was assuming that my company formed part of a battalion, sir," he explained. "There are supposed to be three other companies in rear of mine." "I see. Still, tell two of your sections to fall back and form a supporting line."
"Your wife!" exclaimed I in some amazement. "In the first place, then, you are married; in the next, how on earth, if I may ask, should she know anything of Digby?" "Why, man, Susan Blaikie is my wife," replied the sergeant, laughing; "and she's not, I take it, half a dozen miles from us at this moment.
A rotund figure upon horseback appears at a bend in the road. Captain Blaikie recognises General Freeman. We are much harried by generals at present. They roam about the country on horseback, and ask company commanders what they are doing; and no company commander has ever yet succeeded in framing an answer which sounds in the least degree credible.
"What are we going to do to-night, sir?" inquired Bobby Little, heroically resisting an inclination to duck, as a Mauser bullet spat viciously over his head. "I believe we are going to dig a redoubt behind the trenches," replied Captain Blaikie. "I expect to meet an R.E. officer somewhere about here, and he will tell us the worst. That was a fairly close one, Bobby!
Leaving me on the flagstones, Lindsay now descended into the area; but in two or three minutes returned, and motioned me with his finger to come to him. I did so, when he told me that he had seen Susan Blaikie, and that she had invited us to come in.
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