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they had nothing beyond Haigā€™s communique and a telephone message from G.H.Q. that the critical sector was likely to be that between St. Quentin and the Oise. The northern pillar of our defence, south of Arras, which they had been nervous about, had stood like a rock. That pleased me, for my old battalion of the Lennox Highlanders was there.

Crossing the Place de la Concorde, we fell in with a British staff officer of my acquaintance, who was just starting to motor back to G.H.Q. from Paris leave. He had a longer face than the people at the Invalides.

ā€œI donā€™t like it, I tell you,ā€ he said. ā€œItā€™s this mist that worries me. I went down the whole line from Arras to the Oise ten days ago. It was beautifully sited, the cleverest thing you ever saw. The outpost line was mostly a chain of blobsā ā€”redoubts, you know, with machine-gunsā ā€”so arranged as to bring flanking fire to bear on the advancing enemy. But mist would play the devil with that scheme, for the enemy would be past the place for flanking fire before we knew itā ā€Šā ā€¦ Oh, I know we had good warning, and had the battle-zone manned in time, but the outpost line was meant to hold out long enough to get everything behind in apple-pie order, and I canā€™t see but how big chunks of it must have gone in the first rush.ā ā€Šā ā€¦ Mind you, weā€™ve banked everything on that battle-zone. Itā€™s damned good, but if itā€™s goneā ā€”ā€ He flung up his hands.

ā€œHave we good reserves?ā€ I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.

ā€œHave we positions prepared behind the battle-zone?ā€

ā€œI didnā€™t notice any,ā€ he said dryly, and was off before I could get more out of him.

ā€œYou look rattled, Dick,ā€ said Blenkiron as we walked to the hotel.

ā€œI seem to have got the needle. Itā€™s silly, but I feel worse about this show than Iā€™ve ever felt since the war started. Look at this city here. The papers take it easily, and the people are walking about as if nothing was happening. Even the soldiers arenā€™t worried. You may call me a fool to take it so hard, but Iā€™ve a sense in my bones that weā€™re in for the bloodiest and darkest fight of our lives, and that soon Paris will be hearing the Boche guns as she did in 1914.ā€

ā€œYouā€™re a cheerful old Jeremiah. Well, Iā€™m glad Miss Maryā€™s going to be in England soon. Seems to me sheā€™s right and that this game of ours isnā€™t quite played out yet. Iā€™m envying you some, for thereā€™s a place waiting for you in the fighting line.ā€

ā€œYouā€™ve got to get home and keep peopleā€™s heads straight there. Thatā€™s the weak link in our chain and thereā€™s a mighty lot of work before you.ā€

ā€œMaybe,ā€ he said abstractedly, with his eye on the top of the Vendome column.

The train that afternoon was packed with officers recalled from leave, and it took all the combined purchase of Blenkiron and myself to get a carriage reserved for our little party. At the last moment I opened the door to admit a warm and agitated captain of the R.F.C. in whom I recognized my friend and benefactor, Archie Roylance.

ā€œJust when I was gettinā€™ nice and clean and comfy a wire comes tellinā€™ me to bundle back, all along of a new battle. Itā€™s a cruel war, Sir.ā€ The afflicted young man mopped his forehead, grinned cheerfully at Blenkiron, glanced critically at Peter, then caught sight of Mary and grew at once acutely conscious of his appearance. He smoothed his hair, adjusted his tie and became desperately sedate.

I introduced him to Peter and he promptly forgot Maryā€™s existence. If Peter had had any vanity in him it would have been flattered by the frank interest and admiration in the boyā€™s eyes. ā€œIā€™m tremendously glad to see you safe back, sir. Iā€™ve always hoped I might have a chance of meeting you. We want you badly now on the front. Lensch is gettinā€™ a bit uppish.ā€

Then his eye fell on Peterā€™s withered leg and he saw that he had blundered. He blushed scarlet and looked his apologies. But they werenā€™t needed, for it cheered Peter to meet someone who talked of the possibility of his fighting again. Soon the two were deep in technicalities, the appalling technicalities of the airman. It was no good listening to their talk, for you could make nothing of it, but it was bracing up Peter like wine. Archie gave him a minute description of Lenschā€™s latest doings and his new methods. He, too, had heard the rumour that Peter had mentioned to me at St. Anton, of a new Boche plane, with mighty engines and stumpy wings cunningly cambered, which was a devil to climb; but no specimens had yet appeared over the line. They talked of Bali, and Rhys Davids, and Bishop, and McCudden, and all the heroes who had won their spurs since the Somme, and of the new British makes, most of which Peter had never seen and had to have explained to him.

Outside a haze had drawn over the meadows with the twilight. I pointed it out to Blenkiron.

ā€œThereā€™s the fog thatā€™s doing us. This March weather is just like October, mist morning and evening. I wish to Heaven we could have some good old drenching spring rain.ā€

Archie was discoursing of the Shark-Gladas machine.

ā€œIā€™ve always stuck to it, for itā€™s a marvel in its way, but it has my heart fairly broke. The General here knows its little tricks. Donā€™t you, sir? Whenever things get really excitinā€™, the engineā€™s apt to quit work and take a rest.ā€

ā€œThe whole make should be publicly burned,ā€ I said, with gloomy recollections.

ā€œI wouldnā€™t go so far, sir. The old Gladas has surprisinā€™ merits. On her day thereā€™s nothing like her for pace and climbing-power, and she steers as sweet as a racinā€™ cutter. The trouble about her is sheā€™s too complicated. Sheā€™s like some breeds of carā ā€”you want to be

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