rolling uplands and through an occasional strip of
woodland, with the sun shining and big clouds mov-
ing prosperously on a boisterous north-west wind, we
rode to a village six or seven miles away, and had tea
at an unbelievable shop where the cakes were as good
as anything in Amiens. I wouldn't like to say how
many we ate, but the evening star shone benevolently
down on us from among a drift of rosy clouds while
we were cantering home to Morlancourt. But about
a fortnight later, when Dick was up in the trenches,
I received a letter in reply to the one I had sent Dixon.
Someone informed me that Sergeant Dixon had died
of pneumonia. Major Kinjack arrived to take com-
mand a day or two afterwards.
LIEUTENANT-COLONEL KINJACK (to give him his
new rank) exceeded all our expectations. He was
the personification of military efficiency. Personal
charm was not his strong point, and he made no pre-
tension to it. He was aggressive and blatant, but he
knew his job, and for that we respected him and
were grateful. His predecessor had departed in his
Brigadier's cap without saying good-bye to anyone.
For that we were less grateful; but as Dottrell said:
"He'd had Brigadier on the brain ever since he came
back off leave, and now he'd never be satisfied till he'd
got a Division and another decoration to go with it."
Dottrell had just got his D.S.O., so he had no cause to
feel jealous, even if he had been capable of that feel-
ing, which he wasn't. His only complaint was that
they didn't make his "acting rank" permanent. He
aired that grievance several evenings a week, especi-