There were
two main rooms, with a connecting corridor, leading to each entrance.
They found an Australian medical officer in charge.
"These chaps were regular settlers, weren't they?" said Barry, after
they had exchanged greetings.
"Yes, sir, they intended to sty, apparently," said the Australian, in
his slow drawl. "We found some letters on a wounded officer indicating
their intention to remyn for the durytion, but we wanted the
plyce--couldn't carry on without it in fact. It's quite a good plyce,
too," he added with a cheerful grin.
"Why, it's just bully," said the M. O. "I am only sorry that we can't
promise you as good in The Salient."
"I hear it is rather rotten, eh, sir?" said the Australian.
"Not as bad as Gallipoli, though," said Barry. "By Jove! You Australian
chaps did magnificently down there. Must have been a perfect hell."
"Oh, yes, quite hot for a while, but I fancy you Canydians didn't have
any afternoon tea party in The Sylient, eh? My word, there was some
fighting there.
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