'Wot sorter yarn you givin' us now?' said the Wheel Driver. 'I didn't send no sixpence, or cut out a cow-pen. I gets this 'baccy for nothin'. The Quarter tole me so.' 'Course you gets it,' said the Gunner impatiently. 'But somebody must 'a' paid the sixpence. . . .' 'You said I paid it--an' I never did,' retorted the Wheel Driver. ''E means,' explained the Lead Driver, 'if you was sendin' a packet of 'baccy you'd send sixpence.' 'Where's the sense in that?' said the Wheel Driver. 'Why should I sen' sixpence when I can get this 'baccy for nothin'? I got this for nothin'. It's not a issue neither. It's a Gif'. Quartermaster tole me so.' 'We know that,' said the Gunner; 'but if you wanted to you could send sixpence. . . .' 'I could not,' said the Wheel Driver emphatically. 'I 'aven't seed a sixpence since we lef 'ome. They even pays us in bloomin' French bank notes. An' how I'm goin' to tell, after this war's over, whether my pay's in credit----' 'Oh, shut it!' interrupted the Lead Driver. 'Let's 'ear 'ow this Gift thing's worked. Go on, chum.' 'It's this way, see,' the Gunner took up his tale anew. 'S'pose you wants to send a gift . . . or mebbe you'll unnerstan' this way better. S'pose your best gel wants to sen' you a gift. . . .' 'I ain't got no bes' gel,' objected the Wheel Driver. 'I'm a married man, an' you knows it too.' The Gunner took a deep breath and looked hard at the objector. 'Well,' he said, with studied calm, 'we'll s'pose your missis at 'ome there wants to sen' you out some smokes. . . .' 'An s'pose she _does_ want to?' said the Wheel Driver truculently. 'Wot's it got to do wi' you, anyway?' With lips pursed tight and in stony silence the Gunner glared at him, and then, turning his shoulder, addressed himself deliberately to the Lead Driver. 'S'pose _your_ missis . . .' he began, but got no further. 'He ain't got no missis; leastways, 'e ain't supposed to 'ave,' the Wheel Driver interjected triumphantly. That fact was well known to the Gunner, but had been forgotten by him in the stress of the moment. He ignored the interruption, and proceeded smoothly. 'S'pose your missis, if you 'ad one, w'ich you 'aven't, as I well knows, seein' me 'n' you walked out two sisters at Woolwich up to the larst night we was there. . . .' The Wheel Driver chuckled. 'Thought you was on guard the las' night we was in Woolwich,' he said. 'Will you shut your 'ead an' speak when you're spoke to?' said the Gunner angrily. 'Never mind 'im, chum. Wot about this Gif' business?'