"
But even the prospect of wasting his rations did nothing to induce
Toffee to eat a meal. The man on Toffee's right was crouched back on
the firing-step apparently asleep or near it. Dusty Miller had turned
and opened a low-toned conversation with the next man, the frequent
repetition of "I says" and "she says" affording some clew to the thread
of his story and inclining Toffee to believe it not meant for him to
hear. He felt he must speak to some one, and it was with relief that he
saw Halliday, the man on his other side, rouse himself and look up.
Something about Toffee's face caught his attention.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, leaning forward and speaking quietly.
"This is your first charge, isn't it!"
"Yes," said Toffee, "I'm all right. I--I think I'm all right."
The other moved slightly on the firing-step, leaving a little room, and
Toffee took this as an invitation to sit down. Halliday continued to
speak in low tones that were not likely to pass beyond his listener's
ear.
"Don't you get scared," he said. "You've nothing much to be scared
about."
He threw a little emphasis, and Toffee fancied a little envy, into the
"you."
"I'm not scared exactly," said Toffee. "I'm sort of wondering what it
will be like."
"I know," said Halliday, "I know; and who should, if I didn't? But I
can tell you this--you don't need to be afraid of shells, you don't
need to be afraid of bullets, and least of all is there any need to be
afraid of the cold iron when the Hotwaters get into the trench.
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