That is my estimate of the number of beds we could stow away in the cubic feet you offer us." The General glanced at the paper and nodded.
"Don't go, Thomson," he said.

"I'll talk to you about this later on.
Well, Captain Granet," he added, "you'd better leave things in my hands.
I'll do the best I can for you." "I shall be very disappointed if I don't get out to the Front again soon, sir," the young man declared simply.
"I'll do the best I can," the General repeated, touching his bell.
Granet was shown out and the door was closed.

General Brice turned towards his companion.
"Thomson," he said, "frankly, I can't believe it.

However, we'll find him a billet where he can't possibly do any mischief." "If you found him a billet where I should like to see him," Surgeon-Major Thomson observed bitterly, "he would never do any more mischief in this world! Any dispatches from the Front, sir ?" General Brice raised his eyebrows.
"Are you off again ?" he asked.
"I am going to see that young man's General," Thomson replied.

"I shall cross over to-day and be back to-morrow night or Saturday morning." General Brice nodded thoughtfully.
"Perhaps you are right," he assented.