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"Why bother with the O. C.?" said the M. D.
"But I must see him," insisted the sergeant major.
He had not far to go to attain his purpose.
"Hello! What the devil is this?" exclaimed a loud voice at the door.
"By gad, it's the old man himself," muttered the M. O. to Barry. "Now
look out for ructions."
In came the O. C., followed by a brass hat. Barry went forward with a
steaming tin of coffee.
"Sorry our china hasn't arrived yet, sir," he said cheerfully, "but the
coffee isn't bad, the boys say."
"Why, it's you, Dunbar," said the colonel, peering into his face, and
shaking the rain drops from his coat. "I might have guessed that you'd
be in it. Where there's any trouble," he continued, turning to the brass
hat at his side, "you may be quite sure that the Pilot or the M. O. here
will be in it. By Jove, this coffee goes to the right spot. Have a cup,
major?" he said as Barry brought a second tin.
"It's against regulations, you know," said the major, taking the mess
tin gingerly.


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