He staggered to the door, and found the others busy making room.

A subaltern of the A.S.C.gripped his small attache case and swung it up on to the rack.

The South African pulled a British warm off the vacant seat and reached out for the suit-case.

And the third man, with the rank of a Major and the badge of a bursting bomb, struck a match and paused as he lit a cigarette to jerk out: "Damned full train! We ought to have missed it, Donovan." "It's a good stunt that, if too many blighters don't try it on," observed the subaltern, reaching for Peter's warm.

"But they did my last leave, and I got the devil of a choking off from the brass-hat in charge.