But it was felt by all that Corporal Thom expressed the general consensus of opinion to his friend Timms.

"That Pilot of ours," he declared, "runs a little to the narrow gauge, but in that last round up he was telling us about last Sunday there won't be the goat run for him.
It's him for the baa baas, sure enough." And though in the vernacular the corporal's words did not sound quite reverent, it was agreed that they expressed in an entirely satisfactory manner the general opinion of the battalion.
An hour later, wearied as he was, Barry crawled into his icy blankets, but with a warmer feeling in his heart than he had known since he joined the battalion.

But before he had gone to sleep, there came into his mind a thought that brought him up wide awake.

He had quite forgotten all about his duty as chaplain.

"What a chance you had there," insisted his chaplain's conscience, "for a word that would really hearten your men.
This is their first night in France.