"A fair amount. You are taking Kilbride yourself?"
"Yes. Do you want help?"
"If you could spare me an odd subaltern--"
Eric glanced out of the window, to where the Headquarters Company were
parading in the muddy road. His eye fell upon Master Roy, who, a little
apart, was inspecting his own particular beloved command--a workmanlike
squad of snipers. Eric swung round.
"If you want a really odd subaltern," he said, "take young Birnie!
Appoint him Assistant Adjutant for the occasion, and tell him to send
those pop-gun experts of his back to duty!"