He so waved his helmet that it slipped from his grasp and went spinning into the sea.

When we lost him in our smoke his crew of Chinese were lowering a boat to recover the helmet.

We heard the ships behind us roaring to him.

Strange that I should wonder to this day whether those Chinese recovered the helmet! It looked like a good new one.

I have wondered about it on the eve of action, and in the trenches, and in the snow on outpost duty.