"He won't listen to me," said the major. "He resents every suggestion
that I make. I might as well have remained in Hollywood."
"I don't know what's got into Tom. He's a mighty good sort. I never saw
him like this before." O'Grady shook his head.
"Well, for one thing there's too much Scotch got into him," observed
White.
"I think it's the fever and the worry." The assistant director was
loyal to his chief.
"Whatever it is we're in for a bad mess if there isn't a change," the
Englishman prophesied. His manner was serious, and it was evident that
he was worried.
"Perhaps you're--" O'Grady started to reply, but his words were
interrupted by a sudden rattle of rifle fire coming, apparently, from
the direction of the head of the column.
"My lord! What now?" exclaimed White, as, leaving O'Grady, he hurried
toward the sound of the firing.