s like this 'ere. That there pump is a funny kind o'
pump. Sometimes it gives you water and sometimes it don't."

"You surprise me," murmured the Sapper.

"Now, if I might be so bold, sir, I would suggest that another well be
sunk, sir--starting fresh-like from the beginning. Then I could keep my
heye on it, and see that no one wasn't a-monkeying with it. As it is,
wot with the stuff we're a-getting and the shortage of tea and the
distance I 'ave to go for water, and----"

"Well, what do you expect?" A bitter voice from round the traverse
rudely interrupted the discourse. "We make pumps to pump water--not dead
rats. Wasting my time, that's what it is. Where 'ave I put it? In that
there perisher Smithson's dug-out, and 'e can 'ave it for his dinner."
The plumber previously sent up on receipt of the Adjutant's note came
round the corner, and, seeing his officer, stopped and saluted.

"That there pump's all right, sir. There was a dead rat in it. They
_will_ leave the cover off the well." He perceived the horrified
Smithson, and fixed him with the frozen eye.

"Right. Then you can rejoin your section." The Sapper rose, the plumber
departed, the cook faded away, and for a space there was silence.

"Damn that fellow Smithson--he's the limit." The Infantry Officer
laughed. "I'll rend him for this."

"Sometimes it gives you water, and sometimes it don't," remarked the
Sapper pensively. "Last time it was a sock. Bye-bye. I hope he'll
enjoy his dinner."

He followed the plumber back along Piccadilly, composing in his mind a
suitable answer to the message of despair from the Adjutant.

"With ref. to your min. of yesterday I would suggest that a larger flow
of somewhat purer water would be available if the practice of inserting
deceased rodents in the delivery pipe was discontinued forthwith. I am
fully alive to the fact that what the eye does not see the heart does not
grieve about, and I realise that, viewed from that standpoint only, the
grave of the little animal in question could not well be improved on. I
also realise that it adds that flavour to the tea which is so sought
after by the true connoisseur. But, desiring to view the matter from the
clearer vantage point of an unbiassed onlooker, I venture to suggest----"

His meditations were interrupted by a procession of gunners each carrying
on his shoulder an unpleasant-looking object which resembled a gigantic
dumb-bell with only one blob on