Egyptian war, and elsewhere. The syndicate did not concern itself greatly with criticisms of attack and the like. It supplied the masses, and all it demanded was picturesqueness and abundance of detail; for there is more joy in England over a soldier who insubordinately steps out of square to rescue a comrade than over twenty generals slaving even to baldness at the gross details of transport and commissariat.
He had met at Suakin a young man, sitting on the edge of a recently-abandoned redoubt about the size of a hat-box, sketching a clump of shell-torn bodies on the gravel plain.
'What are you for?' said Torpenhow. The greeting of the correspondent is that of the commercial traveller on the road.
'My own hand,' said the young man, without looking up. 'Have you any tobacco?'
Torpenhow waited till the sketch was finished, and when he had looked at it said, 'What's your business here?'
'Nothing; there was a row, so I came. I'm supposed to be doing something down at the painting-slips among the boats, or else I'm in charge of the condenser on one of the water-ships. I've forgotten which.'
'You've cheek enough to build a redoubt with,'
