The crowd had already begun to cheer him.  He reached the Great End wagon, and its mistress, all smiles, bent over to speak to him.  She and the vicar seemed to be giving directions, to which the American with a laughing shrug assented, going off to the front wagon, evidently in obedience to orders.  There the girl speaker had just sat down amid a hearty cheer from the crowd; and the chairman of the meeting, a burly farmer, eagerly came to the side of the wagon, and helped the American officer into the cart.  Then with a stentorian voice the chairman announced that Captain Ellesborough from Ralstone camp had come “to tell us what America is doing!” A roar from the crowd.  Ellesborough saluted gaily, and then his hands in his pockets began to talk to them.  His speech, which was a racy summary of all that America was doing to help the Allies, was delivered to a ringing accompaniment of cheers from the thronged market-place, rising to special thunder when the captain dwelt on the wheat and bacon that America was pouring across the Atlantic to feed a hungry Europe.

“We’ve tightened our own belts already; we can tighten them, I dare say, a few holes more.  Everybody in America’s growing something, and making something.  When a man thinks he’s done enough, and wants to rest a bit, the man next him gets behind him with a bradawl.  There’s no rest for anybody.  We’ve just registered thirteen million men.  That sounds like business, doesn’t it?  No slacking there!  Well, we mean business.  And you mean business.  And the women mean business.”

Then a passage about the women, which set the land girls grinning at each other, and at the men in the crowd, ending in three cheers for Marshal Foch and Sir Douglas Haig, which came echoing back from the Fourteenth Century church and the old houses which ringed the market-place.

All eyes were on the speaker, no one noticed the tall man with the olive-skinned child on his shoulder.  He himself, with thumping pulses, never ceased to watch the figures and movements in the second wagon.  He saw Miss Henderson sit down and another woman also in tunic and knickers take her place.  He watched her applauding the speaker, or talking with the clergyman behind her, or the lady with the lace parasol.  And when the speech was over, amid a hurricane of enthusiasm, when the resolution had been put and carried, and the bells in the old church-tower began to ring out a deafening joy-peal above the dispersing crowd, he saw the American officer jump down from the speaker’s wagon and return to Miss Henderson.  Steps were brought, and Captain Ellesborough handed out the ladies.  Then he and Rachel Henderson went away side by side, laughing and talking, towards the porch of the church, where Delane lost them from sight.

The market-place emptied rapidly.  The decorated wagons moved off to the field where the competitions had been held in the morning, and some of the crowd with them.  Another portion streamed into the church, and soon only a few scattered groups were left.