They had finished their
study, and were engaged in the diverting and pleasant exercise of
ragging each other. The particular subject of that discussion was their
various sprinting abilities, and the comparative usefulness of various
kinds of funk-holes as a protection against "J.J.s" (Jack Johnsons),
"whizzbangs," or the uncertain and wobbling "minniewafers."
Seldom had Barry found occasion to call upon Major Bustead, with whom he
had been unable to establish anything more than purely formal relations.
A message, however, from the orderly room to Lieutenant Cameron, which
he undertook to deliver, brought him to the senior major's hut.
"Come in, padre," said the major, who of late had become more genial,
"and tell us the best kind of a funk-hole for a 'minniewafer.'"
"The deepest and the closest for me, major, I should say," said Barry,
"from what I have heard of those uncertain and wobbling beasts."
"I understand that chaplains do not accompany their battalions to the
front line, but stay back at the casualty clearing stations," suggested
the major.
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