'Oh, give it me.

It is my charm.

Do not thieve it from me.' The Chaplain took no heed, but, going to the tent door, called aloud.
A fattish, clean-shaven man appeared.
'I want your advice, Father Victor,' said Bennett.

'I found this boy in the dark outside the Mess-tent.

Ordinarily, I should have chastised him and let him go, because I believe him to be a thief.