WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR
that you 're to take one of Sir Jim's horses. There 's a grey Cabuli here that I thought would be just your style, so I 've said you 'd take him. Was that right?"
"That 's awfully good of you. We can't either of us talk much about style, I am afraid."
Scott was in a weather-stained drill shooting-kit, very white at the seams and a little frayed at the wrists. William regarded him thoughtfully, from his pith helmet to his greased ankle-boots. "You look very nice, I think. Are you sure you 've everything you 'll need—quinine, chlorodyne, and so on?"
"'Think so," said Scott, patting three or four of his shooting-pockets as he mounted and rode alongside his convoy.
"Good-bye," he cried.
"Good-bye, and good luck," said William. " I 'm awfully obliged for the money." She turned on a spurred heel and disappeared into the tent, while the carts pushed on past the famine-sheds, past the roaring lines of the thick, fat fires, down to the baked Gehenna of the South.
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