'em out, one day or another--as soon as possible."

"Oui, oui, they've got to leg it, and no mistake about it. What else
is there? Not worth while to worry your head thinking about anything
else. But it's a long job."

An explosion of profane assent comes from Fouillade, and he adds,
"That's what it is!"

"I've given up grousing," says Barque. "At the beginning of it, I
played hell with everybody--with the people at the rear, with the
civilians, with the natives, with the shirkers. Yes, I played hell;
but that was at the beginning of the war--I was young. Now, I take
things better."

"There's only one way of taking 'em--as they come!"

"Of course! Otherwise, you'd go crazy. We're dotty enough already,
eh, Firmin?"

Volpatte assents with a nod of profound conviction. He spits, and
then contemplates his missile with a fixed and unseeing eye.

"You were saying?" insists Barque.

"Here, you haven't got to look too far in front. You must live from
day to day and from hour to hour, as well as you can."

"Certain sure, monkey-face. We've got to do what they tell us to do,
until they tell us to go away."