Cottar nearly wept with joy as the campaign went forward. They were fit—physically fit beyond the other troops; they were good children in camp, wet or dry, fed or unfed; and they followed their officers with the quick suppleness and trained obedience of a first-class foot-ball fifteen. They were cut off from their apology for a base, and cheerfully cut their way back to it again; they crowned and cleaned out hills full of the enemy with the precision of well-broken dogs of chase; and in the hour of retreat, when, hampered with the sick and wounded of the column, they were persecuted down eleven miles of waterless valley, they, serving as rearguard, covered themselves with a great glory in the eyes of fellow-professionals. Any regiment can advance, but few know how to retreat with a sting in the tail. Then they turned to made roads, most often under fire, and dismantled some inconvenient mud redoubts. They were the last corps to be withdrawn when the rubbish of the campaign was all swept up; and after a month in standing camp, which tries morals severely, they departed to their own place in column of fours, singing: “’E’s goin’ to do without ’em— Don’t want ’em any more; ’E’s goin’ to do without ’em, As ’e’s often done before. ’E’s goin’ to be a martyr On a ’ighly novel plan, An’ all the boys and girls will say, ’Ow! what a nice young man-man-man! Ow! what a nice young man!’” There came out a _Gazette_ in which Cottar found that he had been behaving with “courage and coolness and discretion” in all his capacities; that he had assisted the wounded under fire, and blown in a gate, also under fire. Net result, his captaincy and a brevet majority, coupled with the Distinguished Service Order. As to his wounded, he explained that they were both heavy men, whom he could lift more easily than any one else. “Otherwise, of course, I should have sent out one of my men; and, of course, about that gate business, we were safe the minute we were well under the walls.” But this did not prevent his men from cheering him furiously whenever they saw him, or the mess from giving him a dinner on the eve of his departure to England. (A year’s leave was among the things he had “snaffled out of the campaign,” to use his own words.) The doctor, who had taken quite as much as was good for him, quoted poetry about “a good blade carving the casques of men,” and so on, and everybody told Cottar that he was an excellent person; but when he rose to make his maiden speech they shouted so that he was understood to say, “It isn’t any use tryin’ to speak with you chaps rottin’ me like this. Let’s have some pool.”