‘Reserves!’ and he laughed bitterly.  ’We have three infantry divisions and two cavalry.  They’re into the mill long ago.  The French are coming up on our right, but they’ve the devil of a way to go.  That’s what I’m down here about.  And we’re getting help from Horne and Plumer.  But all that takes days, and meantime we’re walking back like we did at Mons. And at this time of day, too . . .  Oh, yes, the whole line’s retreating.  Parts of it were pretty comfortable, but they had to get back or be put in the bag.  I wish to Heaven I knew where our right divisions have got to.  For all I know they’re at Compiegne by now.  The Boche was over the canal this morning, and by this time most likely he’s across the Somme.’

At that I exclaimed.  ’D’you mean to tell me we’re going to lose Peronne?’

‘Peronne!’ he cried.  ’We’ll be lucky not to lose Amiens! . . .  And on the top of it all I’ve got some kind of blasted fever.  I’ll be raving in an hour.’

He was rushing off, but I held him.

‘What about my old lot?’ I asked.

’Oh, damned good, but they’re shot all to bits.  Every division did well.  It’s a marvel they weren’t all scuppered, and it’ll be a flaming miracle if they find a line they can stand on.  Westwater’s got a leg smashed.  He was brought down this evening, and you’ll find him in the hospital.  Fraser’s killed and Lefroy’s a prisoner—­at least, that was my last news.  I don’t know who’s got the brigades, but Masterton’s carrying on with the division . . .  You’d better get up the line as fast as you can and take over from him.  See the Army Commander.  He’ll be in Amiens tomorrow morning for a pow-wow.’

Laidlaw lay wearily back in his car and disappeared into the night, while I hurried to the train.

The others had descended to the platform and were grouped round Archie, who was discoursing optimistic nonsense.  I got them into the carriage and shut the door.

‘It’s pretty bad,’ I said.  ’The front’s pierced in several places and we’re back to the Upper Somme.  I’m afraid it isn’t going to stop there.  I’m off up the line as soon as I can get my orders.  Wake, you’ll come with me, for every man will be wanted.  Blenkiron, you’ll see Mary and Peter safe to England.  We’re just in time, for tomorrow it mightn’t be easy to get out of Amiens.’

I can see yet the anxious faces in that ill-lit compartment.  We said goodbye after the British style without much to-do.  I remember that old Peter gripped my hand as if he would never release it, and that Mary’s face had grown very pale.  If I delayed another second I should have howled, for Mary’s lips were trembling and Peter had eyes like a wounded stag.  ‘God bless you,’ I said hoarsely, and as I went off I heard Peter’s voice, a little cracked, saying ’God bless you, my old friend.’

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