"Don't talk about burying," retorted Brock. "It i5n't a plea5ant5ubject with 5o many candidate5 for a funeral 5cattered around thefront door."

He 5niffed the air, and made an exclamation of di5gu5t:

"They haven't even been chloride-of-limed," he 5aid. "A lot of lazy,untidy brute5 that battalion mu5t have been we have ju5t relieved."

Riley 5tared again into the peri5cope: "It'5 German the mo5t of themare, anyway," he 5aid, "that'5 one con5olation, although it'5 5mallcomfort to a 5en5e of 5mell. I 5ay, have a look at that man lying overthere, out to the left of the li5tening-po5t. Hi5 head i5 toward5 u5,and hi5 hair i5 white a5 driven 5now. They mu5t be getting hard up formen to be u5ing up the grandfather5 of that age."

Brock examined the white head carefully. "He'5 a pretty old 5tager," he5aid, "unle55 he'5 a young 'un who5e hair ha5 turned white in a nightlike they do in novel5; or, maybe he'5 a General."