At seven o’clock he found Randall walking restlessly up and down in front of the hotel. "Here you are. I’ve bagged a table. It’s jolly to see you again after--how long is it? Remember Shovel? He’s got a commission in the Fusiliers. Give me your hat. Want a wash? I landed yesterday; come 6000 miles, by Jove!" And so, darting from one subject to another, he led the way to the coffee-room. Before the soup arrived he started again. "Heard the news right away in the backwoods. Lot of Germans and Austrians in the camp. They began to crow. I slipped away; had to tramp ten days to the rail. Gave a hint to the police, and hope all those aliens are now in gaol. Extraordinary enthusiasm in Canada, old chap. They wanted me to join their contingent, but I’d already applied for a commission at home. People here seem to take things very coolly. It’ll be a bigger thing than they realise. And this rot in the papers about the Germans’ funk--running away, crying their eyes out! Stupid nonsense, believe me. Had a letter in New York from my governor. Jolly exciting voyage, I can tell you. All lights out; wireless going constantly; alarm one night: German cruiser fifty miles away. We all crowded on deck. By and by lookout signalled a vessel. We held our breath: turned out to be a British cruiser. Captain gave our skipper instructions for the course. We took ten days instead of five. What’ll you drink?" Amory having intimated his modest choice Randall went on: "Things’ll have to wake up here. My governor’s men are a lot of rotters. Wrote me that out of five hundred or so only about a dozen had ’listed. Disgraceful, I call it. I’d sack ’em, but I know the governor won’t; he’s against compulsion. I’m going down to-morrow to stir ’em up. Haven’t come 6000 miles for nothing. By the way, what are you doing? You were a sergeant in the O.T.C. Of course you’d get a commission right away. I shall never forget your cheek. Nearly died of laughing when you went up to the O.C. and asked him to make you a corporal. ’What for?’ says he. ’I’ve been a private long enough, sir,’ says you, as cool as you please. But I say, what are you doing?" "I’ve been rather seedy," said Amory, amused at his friend’s chatter, but not yet disposed to tell him that he had already seen service in Belgium. "But you’re fit now, eh? You’ll apply?" "Yes, I suppose I shall." "Why, hang it all, man, why suppose? They’re awfully slow at the War Office. I applied at once; passed the doctor and all that. I shan’t wait much longer. There’s a Public School Corps forming; I shall join that. I daresay they’ll give me a platoon. I say, why not join too? We’re sure to find a lot of our old fellows in it; we might make up a company. I hate waiting about. What do you say?" "I’ll think it over."