SAPPER (_to M.G.O., with seeming irrelevance_): "Well, when he got to the house he was told she was having a bath, and----" Procession moves on, while infuriated sentry on sap duty misses the point of the story. And that is the right way of touring the trenches. Unfortunately General Firebrace was a new broom. It was quite permissible for him to do what he did, but, as I said before, I am doubtful if it was altogether wise. In a moment of rashness he decided to go round the trenches alone. As a matter of fact, at the moment of this resolve the Brigade-Major was out, the evening was fine, and the General was energetic. Perfect peace reigned over that portion of the battle area which concerned him, and he was anxious to see that the arrangement of sentry groups in the various sap-heads met with his approval. His predecessor, he recalled, had had words with the still greater ones of the earth anent a couple of small, but nevertheless regrettable, incidents when men had been removed somewhat forcibly by the wily Hun from out those same sap-heads. So he settled his steel helmet firmly on his head, and stepped out of his dug-out into the communication trench. Now in that particular part of the line the communication trenches were long ones, and by the time he reached the front line it was getting dark. A man of small stature, but withal fiery appearance, General Herbert Firebrace strode along through the deepening gloom, humming gently to himself. At first the trenches were fairly populous--he was in a part of the front line between two groups of craters--and he found it necessary to bark "Gangway!" continuously. Then he reached his goal, the saps behind one of the groups--short trenches which stretch out from the fire trench into No Man's Land and finish on the near lips of the craters. He grunted with satisfaction as he found the first of the saps held to his satisfaction. The sentry group were quietly smoking; the sentry up at the head of the sap was watching fixedly through his periscope. The rifles and bayonets of the men rested close at hand, the Mills bombs were conveniently placed on a narrow ledge under cover. "Ha, good! All quiet here, my lads?" "All quiet, sir," answered the corporal, scrambling up. "That's all right. Good night, corporal." And the martial little figure disappeared round the corner. Now the corporal was new in that bit of the line; to be exact, he had just returned from leave. That was one cause. "Look out--oil-can!" The sentry gave a hail, and every one ducked. That was the other cause.