He had never yet known fear in the field--never even such a shudder at the unknown--which was yet the possible!--as he had just been conscious of.

His nerves had always been strong, his nature was in the main simple.

Yet for him, as well as for so many other 'fellows' he knew, the war had meant a great deal of this new and puzzled thinking--on problems of right and wrong, of 'whence' and 'whither,' of the personal value of men--this man, or that man.

By George, war brought them out!--these personal values.

And the general result for him, up to now,--had he been specially lucky ?--had been a vast increase of faith in his fellow men, yes, and faith in himself, modest as he was.