I don't call it fair." He looked at me squarely out of his young blue eyes--the lucky devil, he is commanding his regiment now in Flanders, with the D.S.O.ribbon on his tunic.
"Will you come with me and see him, sir ?" "Certainly," said I, for I had nothing to do, and the boy's earnestness impressed me.
On our way he told me of such mixture of rumour and fact as he was acquainted with.

It was then that I heard the man Somers's name for the first time.

We entered the hospital, sat by the side of the man's bed, and he told us the story of Vilboek's Farm which I have, in bald terms, just related.

Shortly afterwards I returned to the front, where the famous shell knocked me out of the Army forever.
What has happened to Somers I don't know.

He was, I learned, soon afterwards discharged from the Army.