I still wanted some one in authority, higher than myself, to order me back.
So, at six, riding for a fall, to find that one, I went, as I thought, along the road to Soignes.

The gray tidal wave was still roaring past.
It was pressing forward with greater speed, but in nothing else did it differ from the tidal wave that had swept through Brussels.
There was a group of officers seated by the road, and as I passed I wished them good morning and they said good morning in return.

I had gone a hundred feet when one of them galloped after me and asked to look at my papers.

With relief I gave them to him.

I was sure now I would be told to return to Brussels.