No More Parades_ A Novel - Ford Madox Ford [82]
He broke off to say with husky enthusiasm of affection to Tietjens: 'Look 'ere, old...I mean, sir...There's no way of getting hold of an officer to march the draft. Them as are eligible gets to 'ear of what drafts is going and they've all bolted into their burries. Not a man of 'em will be back in camp before five to-morrow morning. Not when they 'ears there's a draft to go at four of mornings like this...Now...' His voice became husky with emotion as he offered to take the draft hisself to oblige Captain Tietjens. And the captain knew he could get a draft off pretty near as good as himself: or very near. As for the draft-conducting major he lived in that hotel and he, Cowley, 'ad seen 'im. No four in the morning for 'im. He was going to motor to Ondekoeter Station about seven. So there was no sense in getting the draft off before five, and it was still dark then: too dark for the 'Un planes to see what was moving. He'd be glad if the captain would be up at the camp by five to take a final look and to sign any papers that only the commanding officer could sign. But he knew the captain had had no sleep the night before because of his, Cowley's, infirmity, mostly, so he couldn't do less than give up a day and a half of his leave to taking the draft. Besides, he was going home for the duration and he would not mind getting a look at the old places they'd seen in 'fourteen, for the last time as a Cook's tourist...
Tietjens, who was looking noticeably white, said:
'Do you remember 0 Nine Morgan at Noircourt?'
Cowley said:
'No...Was 'e there? In your company, I suppose?...The man you mean that was killed yesterday. Died in your arms owing to my oversight. I ought to have been there.' He said to Sylvia with the gloating idea N.C.O.'s had that wives liked to hear of their husband's near escapes: 'Killed within a foot of the captain, 'e was. An 'orrible shock it must 'ave been for the captain.' A horrible mess...The captain held him in his arms while he died...As if he'd been a baby. Wonderful tender, the captain was! Well, you're apt to be when it's one of your own men...No rank then!'Do you know the only time the King must salute a private soldier and the private takes no notice?...When 'e's dead...'
Both Sylvia and Tietjens were silent--and silvery white in the greenish light from the lamp. Tietjens indeed had shut his eyes. The old N.C.O. went on rejoicing to have the floor to himself. He had got on his feet preparatory to going up to camp, and he swayed a little...
'No,' he said and he waved his cigar gloriously. 'I don't remember 0 Nine Morgan at Noircourt...But I remember...'
Tietjens, with his eyes still shut, said:
'I only thought he might have been a man...'
'No,' the old fellow went on imperiously, 'I don't remember 'im...But, Lord, I remember what happened to you!' He looked down gloriously upon Sylvia: 'The captain caught 'is foot in...You'd never believe what 'e caught 'is foot in! Never!...A pretty quiet affair it was, with a bit of moonlight...Nothing much in the way of artillery...Perhaps we surprised the 'Uns proper, perhaps they were wanting to give up their front-line trenches for a purpose...There was next to no one in 'em...I know it made me nervous...My heart was fair in my boots, because there was so little doing!...It was when there was little doing that the 'Uns could be expected to do their worst...Of course there was some machine-gunning...There was one in particular away to the right of us...And the moon, it was shining in the early morning. Wonderful peaceful. And a little mist...And frozen hard...Hard as you wouldn't believe...Enough to make the shells dangerous.'
Sylvia said:
'It's not always mud, then?' and Tietjens, to her: 'He'll stop if you don't like it.' She said monotonously: 'No...I want to hear.'
Cowley drew himself up for his considerable effect:
'Mud!' he said. 'Not then...Not by half...I tell