The game was at an end when neither could think of another question to ask; but he learned more than I. At the end I did not yet know what his religion was, but he knew a great deal about mine.  On the other hand, he told me all about their army and its close association between officers and men, and all the news he had about the fighting (which was not so very much), and what he thought of the British.  He seemed to think very highly of the British, rather to his own surprise.

He told me he was a pastry cook by trade, and said he could cook chapatties such as we eat; and he understood my explanation why Sikhs were riding in the front trains and Muhammadans behind—­ because Muhammadans must pray at fixed intervals and the trains must stop to let them do it.  He understood wherein our Sikh prayer differs from that of Islam.  Yet he refused to believe I am no polygamist.  But that is nothing.  Since then I have fought in a trench beside Englishmen who spoke of me as a savage; and I have seen wounded Germans writhe and scream because their officers had told them we Sikhs would eat them alive.  Yes, sahib; not once, but many times.

The journey was slow, for the line ahead of us was choked with supply trains, some of which were needed at the front as badly as ourselves.  Now and then trains waited on sidings to let us by, and by that means we became separated from the other troop trains, our regiment leading all the others in the end by almost half a day.  The din of engine whistles became so constant that we no longer noticed it.

But there was another din that did not grow familiar.  Along the line next ours there came hurrying in the opposite direction train after train of wounded, traveling at great speed, each leaving a smell in its wake that set us all to spitting.  And once in so often there came a train filled full of the sound of screaming.  The first time, and the second time we believed it was ungreased axles, but after the third time we understood.

Then our officers came walking along the footboards, speaking to us through the windows and pretending to point out characteristics of the scenery; and we took great interest in the scenery, asking them the names of places and the purposes of things, for it is not good that one’s officers should be other than arrogantly confident.

We were a night and a day, and a night and a part of a day on the journey, and men told us later we had done well to cross the length of France in that time, considering conditions.  On the morning of the last day we began almost before it was light to hear the firing of great guns and the bursting of shells—­like the thunder of the surf on Bombay Island in the great monsoon—­one roar without intermission, yet full of pulsation.

I think it was midday when we drew up at last on a siding, where a French general waited with some French and British officers.  Colonel Kirby left the train and spoke with the general, and then gave the order for us to detrain at once; and we did so very swiftly, men, and horses, and baggage.  Many of us were men of more than one campaign, able to judge by this and by that how sorely we were needed.  We knew what it means when the reenforcements look fit for the work in hand.  The French general came and shook hands again with Colonel Kirby, and saluted us all most impressively.