CHAPTER XVII

I returned and entered the tent, grave-faced, sad, indignant, but with the look, in my eye, of a good Sergeant who sees promotion in the near distance. “Schnell,” I said, “listen, and be careful.... A still tongue runs in a wise head.... Get you back at once to camp, and report to Corporal Blanchard that all’s well here ... _all’s well_, d’you understand?... _Monsieur l’Adjudant_ Lebaudy did not call for you.... He and the Sergeants are remaining longer.... _Remaining longer_, d’you understand?... Be very careful w…