to his comrades. The nurses endeavoured to persuade him to
hand it over at night. He obstinately refused, insisting that "he
knew his comrades," and he feared that one of them would
certainly steal the treasure, so he preferred to keep it in the bed
with him.

At Villers-le-Sec we came upon the headquarters of the cooks for
that section of the Front. The cook is one of the most important
men in a French regiment; he serves many ends. When carrying
the food through the communicating trenches to the front line
trenches he is always supposed to bring to the men the latest
news, the latest tale which is going the round of the camp, and
anything that may happen to interest them. If he has not got any
news he must manufacture and produce some kind of story. It is
really necessary for him to be not only a cook but also an author.

There is a tale going the round of the French Army how one
section of the Cooks, although unarmed, managed to take some
twenty German prisoners. As they went on their way, they saw the
Germans in the distance approaching them; the Head Cook quietly
drew the field kitchens behind a clump of trees and bushes, placed
his men in a row, each with a cooking utensil in his hand, and as
the Germans passed shouted to them to surrender. The sun fell
on the handles of the saucepans, causing them to shine like
bayonets, and the Germans, taken unawares, laid down their
arms. The Head Cook then stepped out and one by one took the
rifles from the enemy and handed them to his men. It was only
when he had disarmed the Germans and armed his comrades that
he gave the signal for them to step out, and the Germans saw that
they had been taken by a ruse. One can imagine the joy of the