The Rutlands had a somewhat longer spell in billets than usual. They were awaiting a draft from the base to make good their losses. The officers and kind friends at home had provided books and games as a relief from the constant mental strain to which modern warfare subjects a man, and with these and impromptu smoking concerts they beguiled the tedium of inaction. Monsieur Obernai was very active in effort on their behalf. Speaking English with only a trace of foreign accent, he went freely about among the men, conversing with them about their experiences, retailing reminiscences of Alsace, making liberal presents of cigarettes. He was very affable with the officers billeted in his house, and sometimes joined them in their mess-room. On one of these occasions he remarked with a smile that but for the incessant booming of the guns he would hardly have known that war was going on, so little did they talk about it. "Anything but that, monsieur," replied Captain Adams. "’Deeds, not words,’ is our motto. The whole thing is so frightful that we try to forget all about it at off times." "It is so different in our army," said Monsieur Obernai. "Our officers are not capable of such detachment." "’A still tongue makes a wise head,’ monsieur," said the captain. Monsieur Obernai looked puzzled, but smiled amiably. He had a pleasant smile. One day the battalion was suddenly paraded. A few minutes afterwards a motor car drove up, and the men recognised with a thrill that the commander-in-chief had come to inspect them. Sir John French passed up and down the lines, addressing a man here and there, then made a little speech to the battalion as a whole, complimenting them on the work they had done and promising them stiff work in the future and ultimate victory. After visiting a few slightly injured men who remained in the village, the field-marshal drove away amid ringing cheers. The battalion had only just been dismissed when the whirr of an aeroplane was heard, and a few seconds later a Taube flew over the place. "Look out!" cried somebody. Some of the men scuttled for cover, others looked up nonchalantly into the sky. The aeroplane was out of range. Suddenly there was a terrific explosion. A column of earth and smoke shot up from a field a few hundred yards west of the village. The Taube was seen flying back, chased by a couple of English aeroplanes. "It almost looks as if they knew the chief was to be here," remarked Colonel Appleton, watching the chase among his officers. "And we only knew it ourselves twenty minutes before he arrived," said Captain Adams. "Well, I knew it last night, but I kept it to myself. Got word by telephone. They may have tapped the wire. The spies aren’t all scotched yet, Adams." "The deuce!" exclaimed the captain. "I’d like to catch some of them." "The Germans have very little for their money, though. Look! our fellows have brought the Taube down."