re before
them; and he had a rough tent in which to receive the officers of the
two companies, and he treated them to ginger-beer and tea. Ward was an
old campaigner, who had seen no end of service--been frozen in the
Crimea, broiled in India, devoured by stinging insects on the Gold
Coast. Strachan liked to listen to his yarns, and was in consequence
rather a favourite of his. And if you are going on a campaign, it is
not half a bad thing to be on good terms with a doctor, a quartermaster,
or any other staff officer. They always have a bite or a drop of
something should you happen to come across them when nobody else has.

"You didn't expect this kind of work when you thought, as a boy, how you
would like to go into the army, eh?" he asked him.

"No," said Tom, laughing; "they don't enter into these little details in
books. It's mostly feasting and fighting, with other fellows getting
killed, that a school-boy looks forward to."

"Ah, the fighting is the best of it; there is something to keep you
going in that. Give me the chap that will stand hunger, thirst,
fatigue, want of sleep, and fever, and be as jolly as a sand-boy all the
time. That's the sort for a soldier."

"But all that would be no good if he would not stand up when the pinch
came."

"Of course not; but a fairly bred one--I mean English, German, French,
Italian, Dutch--is bound to stand if he is properly trained and led. If
he is rightly drilled it does not occur to him to run away unless his
comrades do; and then, after a bit, he gets excited. Then, as to
generals; I don't say that it's an easy thing to fight an army well, but
it is easier than to feed it. I tell you all the real art of war lies
in little details that no one ever talks about."

"Then you are not a hero worshipper, Ward?"

"Not I, I have seen too much. I take no credit from men who get
mentioned in despatches, win the Victoria Cross, and so forth; but there
is a lot of luck in it. Heaps of men deserve these prizes just as much
as those who get them. Indeed, the most deserving of all get killed out
of hand, and make no claim. You see, one man does a thing with a
flourish, which attracts notice, and is popular, and gets watched; and
another is quiet and retiring, and afraid that if he pushes himself he
may not prove as valuable an article as he has led people to expect; and
a smart or plucky thing which gives promotion, or the Victoria Cross, to
the first, merely elicit