Lunching with old General Donovan, a sort of god-father of mine.

He told me who you were.

I haven't seen you since that day in South Africa." I asked for news of Johnnie, who had been lost to my ken for years.
Johnnie had been in India, and was now doing splendidly with his battery somewhere near La Bassee.

I pointed to the sling.

Badly hurt?
No, a bit of flesh torn by shrapnel.