He turned in his saddle, and saw above him a window filled with smiling nurses looking down at the marching column, and among them his friend of the night before.

Her face was turned away from him, and her eyes were upon the column, eagerly searching the ranks of the marching men.
"Sergeant," said Barry, "your Commanding Officer is a very busy man, and has a great many things to occupy his attention.

Don't you think it is quite possible that that message of mine might escape his memory, and don't you think it would be really more satisfactory if I could deliver that message in person ?" The sergeant tilted his hat over one eye, and scratched his head.
"Well, sir, the Commanding Officer does 'ave a lot of things to think about, and though he doesn't often forget, he might.

Besides, I really think the young lady would like to know just how the coffee went." "Sergeant, you are a man of discernment.

I'll just wait here until the battalion passes." He moved his horse a few steps out from the gateway, and swung him around so that he stood facing the window.