"Oh, he crumpled 'em up, all right! He hadn't ground out one belt of
cartridges before he had 'em on the run. But I want to tell you I
didn't linger around to see how the next affair would turn out. I
legged it back where I'd come from, and by nine o'clock I was behind
our own lines, trying to find out what sort of campaign this was that
left one machine gun to stave off the whole Turkish army. Of course no
one knew anything very definite. The best guess was that our advance
had been swung off for a flank movement, and that this particular
one-man battery had been overlooked. I don't even know whether he was
picked up again, or whether the Turks finally got him; but let me tell
you, talk as much about your gallant Bulgarians as you like, some of
those little Greeks were good fighters too. Anyway, I'll take off my
hat any day to that one on the hill."

"Gee!" I breaks out. "Some scrapper, what?"

At which Mr. Robert swings around and gives me a look. "Ah!" says he.
"I hadn't realized, Torchy, that we still had the pleasure of your
company."

"Don't mention it," says I. "I was just goin' to--er--by the way, Mr.
Robert, there's a poor scrub waitin' outside for a word with you, an
old club waiter. Says you knew him as Mike."

"Mike?" says he, looking blank.

"His real name sounds like Popover," says I. "It's a case of
retrievin' a lost job."

"Oh, very well," says Mr. Robert. "Perhaps I'll see him later. Not