"Sorry, padre," said a V.A.D.who blocked the way, bending herself back to let him pass, and smiling.

"Catch hold," called out Donovan, swinging a couple of chairs at him.

"No, sir, it's not my chair"-- to a Colonel who was grabbing at one already set out against the rail.
The Colonel collected it and disappeared, Jenks appearing a moment later, red-faced, through the crush.

"You blamed fool," he whispered, "it's that girl's.

I saw her put one here and edged up on it, only some fool got in my way.