Bring in your men, sir," he added to the M.O.

"But I must see the O.C." The sergeant major's devotion to military discipline was struggling hard with his humanity, which, under his rugged exterior, beat warm in his heart.
"Why bother with the O.C. ?" said the M.D.
"But I must see him," insisted the sergeant major.
He had not far to go to attain his purpose.
"Hello! What the devil is this ?" exclaimed a loud voice at the door.
"By gad, it's the old man himself," muttered the M.O.to Barry.

"Now look out for ructions." In came the O.C., followed by a brass hat.

Barry went forward with a steaming tin of coffee.
"Sorry our china hasn't arrived yet, sir," he said cheerfully, "but the coffee isn't bad, the boys say." "Why, it's you, Dunbar," said the colonel, peering into his face, and shaking the rain drops from his coat.

"I might have guessed that you'd be in it.