He grumbles a bit and jibs a bit when he thinks the Government are giving him a crooked deal, but he's gotten the patience of Job and the sand of a gamecock.

And he's gotten humour too, that tickles me to death.

There's not much trouble in that quarter for it's he and his kind that's beating the Hun ...

But I picked up a thing or two besides that.' He leaned forward and tapped me on the knee.

'I reverence the British Intelligence Service.