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Show 120 "Except," Sid murmured, "selling on the black-market," "DID THAT FOR HER BROTHER." Bain marched ahead, his figure buoyant. He enjoyed the army, it was suspected: in raspsct for authority the missionary was close to the military. He looked about. Siberia had sent down anothsr contingent of clouds, and dirty weather hung over Higashi, The bay, though quiet, was pitted with raindrops; across toward Taira the mountains were hidden in clouds. Rut he felt the happy conjunction of the army, Japan, love. "BEAUTIFUL DAY," he murmured. Passing the guard thsy saw a jeep turn into headquarters. It climbed the hill, reappearing from time to time between the bushes; and when they reached the gate it stood in front of the CP. "Visitors," said Sid. A couple of figures climbed out, one of them storklika in physique but martial in bearing, "ISN'T THAT THE COLONEL?" "Looks like it. And somebody I don't know." A cloud swept over ths sun and a flurry of raindrops, ssnt horizontally by a gust, forcsd them to turn their heads, and thay climbed the hill in silence. Reaching the orderly room they found the stranger to be Captain Bryce. He and the Colonel stood in a group of Datachment officers; Sid joined the group while Bain walked to one side to hang up his coat. "The Major won't bs in this afternoon, sir," Sid told the Colonel. He's at Taira." |