It was a black situation. No one knew how other parts of the field had fared or how much ground had been lost. British troops were being rushed up to relieve the 2nd and 3rd Brigades, who in some incredible manner still held on in spite of two attacks with the gas. But they had paid a terrible price. Of the former brigade there were scarcely a thousand men and of the latter not many more. If this, then, is the account of what one battalion--nay, what one or two companies--accomplished, what must be the stories, as yet untold, of those other battalions of the First Canadian Division that filled the gap that led to Calais? CHAPTER IX WITH THE DRAFT On returning to our barracks we found notices that "the following officers will hold themselves in readiness to proceed to their respective units with the next draft." Eagerly we scanned the list to make sure our names had not been omitted, and then transferred ourselves from the crowd that gathered in the ante-room to those who waited their turn outside the telephone cabinet. Letters and telegrams were being feverishly written in all parts of the building, and a hurly-burly of voices in the mess-room proclaimed the general opinion that we had been pretty badly cut up. A tailor's agent had somehow made his way into that sanctuary, and voices were demanding "Who can lend me a blank cheque?" in a wild endeavour to get him out again. Telegrams were also arriving, one or two from the front. A subaltern spread the sheet of flimsy in his hand to find his cousin had been killed in action. There was a sudden hush in the turmoil as he turned and walked slowly to the window; men at such times are mute and trust to the simple pressure of the hand to tell that sympathy which the tongue cannot frame. A colonel whose hair had grown grey in the service passed from one group to another, giving a word of advice here and receiving a word of sympathy there, for his age had debarred any further activities in the field. "But I have one son over there now," he proudly told you, "and my other is coming with the next contingent!" The orderly room clerk entered and pinned up the daily orders. These were at once surrounded, and would have perished in the _melee_ had the colonel not taken the situation in hand and read them out in his sternest parade voice with appropriate comments of his own. "All officers and men warned for draft will parade to the ranges at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning--that will teach you to sit up all night playing cards! "Markers and other details--that includes you, Lyte--will be at the butts and all targets ready for firing at a quarter before the hour, &c., &c. "Light marching order will be worn by all ranks, including one hundred and fifty rounds per man. Haversack rations to be carried. "Officers' valises--maximum weight thirty-five pounds--to be rolled ready for transport by 2 p.m., &c., &c."