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checked him. "One moment, suspicion of a "top"
Mr Johnson," he said, and
turned to the ex-baler: "Listen
now, my lad; it's not that
you're afraid, it's just that you
haven't got guts, that's your
trouble. I'm an old man and
I've got to die soon anyhow,
so it oughtn't to matter to me.
But I tell you that I'm going
to work till I freeze stiff on
this job, and I'll never stop
trying if every one of you does.
It's true, there isn't much
chance for us, but there is a
chance, and I won't let go of
it. If we were told to come
this route, it means some one
else may be told to use it.
There may be a ship just over
the horizon now. I tell you, I
don't want some one to pick
me up drifting about and say,
'They haven't been dead an
hour yet; if they'd used a bit
more pluck they'd have pulled
through.' No, by God, the
man that sank my ship thinks
he's finished me, but as long as
I can lift a hand I'll try to beat
him. I'll sail ships yet in his
dirty German teeth, and I'll
take you with me in my foo'sle.
Now get on and bale till your
watch is up."

seas as they lifted her.
Captain glowered
orescent moon having lost
none of his ill-humour in the
night,-while the Sub-Lieu-
tenant nervously turned over
the watch to him.

"And we're to turn east at

six, and the First Lieutenant said to be careful to log all alterations"

The man reached forward to the floating cap and without a word continued to use it, ladling the ioy water overside in pitifully small quantities. The white-bearded captain subsided again beside the Chief Mate.

The Upavon was still rolling heavily as her Captain came on the bridge for the morning watch. She rolled a little uneasily now, and there was a

The Captain dismissed him abruptly and turned away. As if he didn't know his own orders! Nice thing to be told them by a young cub like that! He would alter round just when he liked, of course. Damn the rain! He'd alter oourse now and run down before the wind. If those young beggars thought he was going to spend the next two hours facing the rain, they were very much taken. Why, when he'd been their age he'd faced more rain than they were ever likely to meet, so he spoke an order, and the ship came slowly round through through ten points of the compass.

"Steady, now. How's her head? South? All right; put that in the log-time, four-twenty..."

It was six-thirty, and the dawn and two cups of cocoa had removed a good deal of the Captain's temper. He lit a cigarette and faced to windward to look at the coming weather.

"M'm," he soliloquised; "and it's going to breeze up a bit too. There'll be some breaking seas by noon."

As he was turning to con

tinue his pacing of the bridge, he started and fumbled for his binoculars. He stared a while to windward, and then, without lowering the glasses, spoke

master. . . . Steady, now. Steer for that white boat on the port bow,-see it? Messenger! go down and tell the First Lieutenant I want him; and call the surgeon,

"Starboard fifteen, quarter- too."

XXX. A MAXIM.

When the foe is pressing and the shells come down
In a stream like maxim fire,

When the long grey ranks seem to thicken all the while,
And they stamp on the last of the wire,

When all along the line comes a whisper on the wind

That you hear through the drumming of the guns.

"They are through over there and the right is in the air," "And there isn't any end to the Huns.'

Then keep along a-shooting till you can't shoot more,

And hit 'em with a shovel on the head.

Don't forget a lot of folk have beaten them before,

And a Hun'll never hurt you if he's dead.

If you're in a hole and your hopes begin to fail,
If you're in a losing fight,

Think a bit of Jonah in the belly of the whale,
'Cause-he-got-out-all-right.

XXXI. FROM A FAR COUNTRY.

Announced by the jangling of the curtain that he had almost brought down with his heavy suit-case, a cheerful, curly haired officer entered noisily and dropped into one of the Wardroom arm-chairs. He stretched his legs out and, lighting a cigarette, leaned back luxuriously.

enough to pass as Yanks or Colonials."

"Oh, out it out. Tell us what it's like. You know, you're the first one to go there from us for a year, and we want to know."

"What? all about it? All right; chuck a cup of tea across and I'll give you the special correspondent's sob-stuff. Aah! that's better; this train-travelling has given me a mouth like

"Well?" said a chorus of voices, "well-how's London?" The curly-haired one smiled reminiscently. "Still stand- I won't say what. Well, I'll ing, still standing," he replied. "No place for you though, I'm afraid. You're of you good-looking

none

try and tell you what I thought of it and the people that live there. I may say at once that they are civilised to the extent

that they'll take English money without complaining about it, and-all right, I'll get on. "Well, you know, how I went off laden with meat and other oards till I was bulging, and how I reckoned to find people looking hungry at me as if they were reckoning what I'd boil down to in a stock-pot? Well, I've got all these cards still-didn't need 'em. I'd usually left them in my other coat when I got started on meals, and as they've got the trick of camouflaging fish and eggs till you don't know what you're eating, it wasn't worth hunting 'em out. All London seems to live on eggs, and where the deuce they all come from I don't know; they must be using up dumps of them. Oh, and another thing, I'd forgotten that in London they don't grow eleotrio lighters on every bulkhead, and it was lucky I had a few matches with me. The first day I was stopped by fellers wanting a light off my cigarette just three times in a dog-watch, but the other days I didn't get asked at all-I'd lost the country-cousin look, I s'pose. Men? Yes, there's a fair sprinkling there still, but nothing under forty, I should say. Yes, there seem to be crowds of women. Perhaps there are actually more, or it may be that the shortage of men makes 'em look more; but there do seem to be heaps of them. It just made me marvel, too, at the extraordinary lack of imagination the women have. They still wear devilish short skirts, and yet there isn't one in forty of 'em that has a foot

and ankle that one could call it decent to show. You'd think they'd see one another's defects and get wise, but they don't. I suppose that now the secret's out about their legs, they reckon it's too late to hide the truth and they face it out; but I'm surprised the young ones don't camouflage themselves a bit and get a fair start. Theatres? Yes; I went through the list, revues and all. I read Arnold Bennett's account of a musichall-you know the book? Yes, I read it in the train going down. Well, I gathered from his description that things had flashed up a bit since the dear dead days of nineteen-sixteen, and that I would find myself in a hall of dazzling Eastern et-ceteras; but, my word! it was like tea at the Vicarage. I don't know what revue Arnold Bennett found, but I guess I missed it. It's true, I saw one perfectly reckless lieutenant drop a programme out of a box into the orchestra; but as the orchestra didn't notice it, and I doubt if the lieutenant did either, it could hardly be put down to riotous conduct induced by drink and sensual music. Oh, I noticed one thing

all the theatre programmes had directions printed as to what to do in case of air-raids during the performance. They had it printed small and sandwiched in between the hats by Suzanne and dresses by Cox announcements. I liked that. It was British and dignified. I'd like to have sent some copies to Hindenburg. News? Yes, I heard a whole lot, but it was mostly denied in the papers

next morning. It's a queer town for rumours. I think they all live too close together, and they get hysterical or something-like in that Frenchman's book, you know, the 'Psychology of Crowds,' or something like that. They weren't worrying much about the war though. I stopped to look at the tape-messages in the club, and there was an eight-line ohit on the board mentioning that the Hun was coming on like a gale o' wind towards Paris, while the rest of the board had eight full-length columns on the latest Old Bailey case, and there was another column coming through on the machine with a crowd waiting for more. No, I'm not trying to be cynical. I read 'em all, but I hadn't quite got the London sense of proportion in two days, and it worried me that there was no more war news coming.

petrol, I think. Oh but, by the way, I saw a hansom-a real hansom-in Regent Street. Quite a neat well-kept one, too.

No, nothing new in the way of dresses. Just the same as nineteen - sixteen, as far as I could see. There may have been some good-looking faces among the thousands in the West-end streets, but they were cancelled by the awful legs underneath. I wonder they ever manage to get married. Well, I saw thousands of that kind of female-more than one ever saw before; but I met some others who squared things up in my mind. Ten hours a day and clean the car herself for one, and oxyacetylene welding eight hours and overtime for another at two-five a week. Doing it to win the War, and not because they wanted to or liked it. Made me feel small to be on leave when I talked to 'em. And then, as I was leaving the hotel, a whole crowd of Swiss porters and servants, that had been fairly coming the Field - Marshal over me for three days, came oiling round me for tips, and pocketed the cash without a word when they got it; and There-and-while they were doing aren't many civilians left, and it, a Scotch corporal walked I guess they're just taking in past the taxi with three wound one another's washing. Every stripes on his arm and four thing that isn't a necessity is notches on his bayonet hilt. double price at least, and I It's all a bit too puzzling for believe the shopkeepers would me. As soon as I got settled like to make breathing a lux- in one impression, I'd get ury too. On the whole, I'm jolted out of it by another. glad I only had a few days Heigho! I'm not sorry to there. The air's so foul, you have gone there to look, and know. Mixture of scent and I'm not sorry to be back."

I've

"Cost? Yes, rather. spent whole heaps of bullion, and I'll have to ask the Pay for an advance now. It's quite easy; you just exist and the cash trickles off you. There's not so much of the old 'men in uniform free' or 'half-price to officers' going going now.

VOL. CCIV.-NO. MCCXXXIV.

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"Ah! now the clashing cymbal rings,
The mighty host is nigh,

Let Athens talk of passing things-
But here, three hundred Spartan kings
Shall greet the fame the Persian brings
To men about to die."

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