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He very nearly did for Major Bustead, smashing at him with a scantling that he ripped from the ship's timbers, sir. He still has the scantling, sir." "Let him cool off all night," said the Commanding Officer, after consultation with the adjutant.
Barry had also met Major Bustead, the Senior Major of the Battalion, and President of the mess, an eastern Canadian, with no military experience whatever, but with abounding energy and ambition; the close friend and boon companion of Colonel Leighton, he naturally had become his second in command.
I don't believe in that, but when you are going across the open on a dark night, with them flares going up, I say between flares is a good time to get a move on, but, no, that there Pilot, he just goes that pace and no more. I want to tell you the boys was nervous and the officers too. The O. C. and Major Bustead was there. I could see the major fussin' to get on.
"I couldn't help hearing you, Major Bustead," he said, in a voice pleasant and under perfect control. "I gather you were referring to me." "I was, sir," said the major defiantly. "And why should I be sent to Coventry, or exchanged, may I ask?" Barry's voice was that of an interested outsider.
"What extraordinary thing is it that Sally knows?" inquired Major Bustead, who lounged up to the group. "We were discussing the padre's break, Major, which for my part," drawled Hopeton, "I consider rotten discipline." "Discipline!" snorted the major. "By Gad, it was a piece of the most damnable cheek I have ever heard at a mess table. He ought to be sent to Coventry.
"But, sir," continued Barry. "Oh, go to the devil, sir," roared the colonel. "The case is dismissed." Barry saluted and left the room. "Is the man an infernal and condemned fool, or what is the matter with him?" exclaimed the colonel, turning to his adjutant in a helpless appeal, while the orderly room struggled with its grins. "The devil only knows," said Major Bustead. "He beats me.
They had finished their study, and were engaged in the diverting and pleasant exercise of ragging each other. Seldom had Barry found occasion to call upon Major Bustead, with whom he had been unable to establish anything more than purely formal relations. A message, however, from the orderly room to Lieutenant Cameron, which he undertook to deliver, brought him to the senior major's hut.
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