He is unarmed, and he ransacks us with the stabbing white point of his flash-lamp.

It is the colonel's batman.

He says to our adjutant as soon as he finds him:-- "Six fatigue men wanted." The adjutant's bulk rises and yawns:-- "Butsire, Vindame, Margat, Termite, Paulin, Remus!" he orders as he goes to sleep again.
We emerge from the cave; and more slowly, from our drowsiness.

We find ourselves standing in a village street.

But as soon as we touch the open air, dazzling roars precede and follow us, mere handful of men as we are, abruptly revealing us to each other.