tacheditscolumnsoftrunksanditsdarkgreencanopyveryclearlyagainsttherocksofthegreyhillside。Hekepthiseyesfixedonitsteadily，andsuckedatanorangeashewalked。Thattemperamentalgood-
humouredcoolnessinthefaceofdangerwhichhadmadehimanofficerlikedbyhismenandappreciatedbyhissuperiorswasgraduallyassertingitself。Itwaslikegoingintobattle。Arrivingattheedgeofthewoodhesatdownonaboulder，holdingtheotherorangeinhishand，andreproachedhimselfforcomingsoridiculouslyearlyontheground。Beforeverylong，however，heheardtheswishingofbushes，footstepsonthehardground，andthesoundsofadisjointed，loudconversation。Avoicesomewherebehindhimsaidboastfully，\"He\'sgameformybag。\"
Hethoughttohimself，\"Heretheyare。What\'sthisaboutgame?Aretheytalkingofme?\"Andbecom-
ingawareoftheotherorangeinhishand，hethoughtfurther，\"Theseareverygoodoranges。Leonie\'sowntree。Imayjustaswelleatthisorangenowinsteadofflingingitaway。\"
Emergingfromawildernessofrocksandbushes，GeneralFeraudandhissecondsdiscoveredGeneralD\'Hubertengagedinpeelingtheorange。Theystoodstill，waitingtillhelookedup。Thenthesecondsraisedtheirhats，whileGeneralFeraud，puttinghishandsbehindhisback，walkedasidealittleway。