"But it ain’t right," said Ginger, coming forward again. "We’ve learnt a thing or two since we started being soldiers, and we’ve lost a lot of the bally nonsense that used to fill our heads, about all men being equal and such like. Mind you, I’m a Socialist, as strong as ever I was. I say now, as I’ve said afore, that there’s no call for a man to stick himself up and think himself mighty superior ’cos he’s got a quid for every penny I’ve got. And I don’t say but what, if we’d had your eddication and chances and all that, we wouldn’t be as good as you. But that ain’t the point. We’ve got to look at things as they are, and be honest about it, and what I say is that you’ve had the training that makes officers and we haven’t; and besides, you were born one way and we were born another, and it’s no good trying to make out that chalk’s as good as cheese. And there’s another thing. When we’ve got a tough job afore us like licking the Germans we’re bound to consider what’s best for the company and the regiment, and if a man is cut out for an officer it’s simply silly to keep him a private: he ain’t in his right place, doing his right job. So we think it’s only right for us and the army that you should do what the colonel wants, and that’s the size of it." "Is that what you all think?" asked Kenneth. "Well, I can’t say that; all but one or two, and they’re a disgrace to the company. There’s----" "I don’t want to know who they are," said Kenneth, interrupting. "We’re both immensely obliged to you for your good-will, but we enlisted on certain terms, and I feel for my part that we can’t break our contract without the unanimous consent of the company." "I agree," said Harry. "The men enlisted on the faith of our promise, and it wouldn’t be fair to break it without the consent of all. So we’ll drop it, Ginger, and go on as before." "It’s for you to say, sir," said Ginger. "There! ’Sir,’ says I. A slip of the tongue, mates; you can’t get out of bad habits all of a sudden. Well, I’ll say for No. 3 Company that we’d be sorry to lose such good pals, and as there’s no chance that St---- that the pigheaded members of the jury will come round to the opinion of the sensible ones, we may reckon it as certain that the defendants will be condemned to serve as Tommies for three years or the duration of the war." "And now we’ll discharge the jury," said Kenneth, "and have a sing-song until ’lights out.’ Come on, Ginger; start off with ’Dolly Grey.’" Next afternoon Kenneth was summoned to the captain. "I’ve a little job for you, Amory. You know how to drive a motor; do you know anything about the mechanism?" "Not much; but Ginger--that is, Murgatroyd, sir--is a bit of a mechanic. Of course I’ll have a shot at whatever is required."