...Colonel with a voice sufficient for a brigade front. She's been dead forty years, sir; I can't lie about it, but I ought to get a furlough on it. The Colonel had to break out in a laugh as he saw Dalgetty going doggedly back to camp. A few days after Dalgetty got a ball in his leg; as it hit him he slapped the limb and shouted: Thirty days and no death in the family. One dark and rainy winter's ...