He can show the men dash and pluck in every sport they care for, his common sense makes him the friend of Tommy Atkins as well as his officer, and the affairs of his regiment are so admirably managed that there is no enervating air of slackness about the barracks from the first monitory note of "Reveille" to the last wailing sound of "Lights Out." And while Baden-Powell is loved in the barrack-room he is ever the most popular figure in the Officers' Mess.

There is nothing of the namby-pamby, I mean, in his solicitude for the soldier's welfare, nothing to make him unpopular with his brother officers, nothing that makes even the youngest subaltern a little contemptuous.

_Tout au contraire._ The place he holds in the affections of his brother officers may, perhaps, be seen in a quotation from the letter of an officer in the 13th Hussars, which I received during the most anxious days of the siege of Mafeking.

After saying that relief ought to have been sent before, my Hussar says, "Poor dear chap, he must be severely tried.

As I eat my dinner at night I always wish I could hand it over to him." Could a Briton do more?
Such then is Baden-Powell's character as a regimental officer.