"That is very well," said he. "But whither will you fly when you get free?"
"To the coast," I answered. "All comes right for a brave man, and I shall make straight for my regiment."
"You are more likely to make straight for the underground cells, or for the Portsmouth hulks," said he.
"A soldier takes his chances," I remarked. "It is only the poltroon who reckons always upon the worst."
I raised a flush in each of his sallow cheeks at that, and I was glad of it, for it was the first sign of spirit which I had ever observed in him. For a moment he put his hand out towards his water-jug, as though he would have hurled it at me, but then he shrugged his shoulders and sat in silence once more, biting his nails, and scowling down at the floor. I could not but think, as I looked at him, that perhaps I was doing the Flying Artillery a very bad service by bringing him back to them.
I never in my life have known an evening pass as slowly as that one. Towards nightfall a wind sprang up, and as the darkness deepened it blew harder and harder, until a terrible gale was whistling over the moor. As I looked out of my window I could not catch a glimpse of a star, and the black clouds were flying low across the
