"Well, padre," he said, "as it doesn't say for whom it is reserved, I guess it may as well be reserved for us.

So here goes." He swung up and tugged at the door, which for some time refused to give.

Then it opened suddenly, and Second-Lieutenant Jenks, A.S.C., subsided gracefully and luridly on the ground outside.

Peter struck another match and peered in.

It was then observed that the compartment was not empty, but that a dark-haired, lanky youth, stretched completely along one seat, was regarding them solemnly.
"This carriage is reserved," he said.
"Yes," said Jenks cheerfully, "for us, sir.