The officers were stricken into silence. They stared at one another as though to say: “What does the old man mean? Is this true?” One of them became rather pale, and there was a look of tragic resignation in his eyes. Another said, “Hell!” in a whisper. The adjutant answered the colonel’s questions in a formal way, but thinking hard and studying the colonel’s face anxiously.

“Do you mean to say we are going into the line again, sir? At once?”

The colonel laughed.

“Don’t look so scared, all of you! It’s only a field-day for training.”

The officers of the Gordons breathed more freely. Poof! They had been fairly taken in by the “old man’s” leg-pulling⁠ ⁠… No, it was clear they did not find any real joy in the line. They would not choose a front-line trench as the most desirable place of residence.