The next minute, Broussard came face to face with Sergeant McGillicuddy.
The Sergeant, who did not often smile in those days, smiled when he saw Broussard.
"But, Mr.Broussard, you don't look quite fit," said the Sergeant.

"The Philippines, drat 'em, ain't good for the complexion." "I know I look like the devil," replied Broussard, "but I'm on sick leave and I hope Fort Blizzard is the right kind of a climate for me.

By the way, the man Lawrence, who deserted in January, has come back.

We travelled from San Francisco together.

He has already given himself up--voluntarily, you know." In the gloom of the November twilight Broussard could not see the Sergeant's face clearly.