"Then I'll get a move on!" he said, starting to hurry out.
"Everything's ready, but--"
"Wait a minute!" commanded Kirby; and Warrington remained in the
room after Brammle had left it.
"You haven't said anything to anybody, of course, about that
incident last night?"
"No, sir."
"Then _she_ has!"
Warrington whistled.
"Are you sure she has?"
"Quite. I've just had proof of it!"
"Makes a fellow reverence the sex!" swore Warrington.
"It'll be forgotten by the time we're back in India," said Kirby
solemnly. "Remember to keep absolutely silent about it. The best way
to help others forget it is to forget it yourself. Not one word now
to anybody, even under provocation!"
"Not a word, sir!"
"All right. Go and attend to business!"
What "attending to business" meant nobody can guess who has not been
in at the breaking up of quarters at short notice. Everything was
ready, as Warrington had boasted, but even an automobile may "stall"
for a time in the hands of the best chauffeur, and a regiment
contains as many separate human equations as it has men in its ranks.
The amount of personal possessions that had to be jettisoned, or
left to the tender mercies of a perfunctory agent, would have wrung
groans from any one but soldiers. The last minute details that seemed
to be nobody's job, and that, therefore, all fell to Warrington
because somebody had to see to them, were beyond the imagination of
any but an adjutant, and not even Warrington's imagination proved
quite equal to the task.
Pages:
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134