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The 6.10 at Waterloo, a wet evening, and the end of his leave. Travenna, who had been ordered to Chelsea barracks for a course of instruction, was on the platform to see him go.

For the first time Kif had a real pang at parting from a fellow-being.

'Good-bye,' said Travenna, giving him his hand, but not looking at him. 'Good luck!'

'So long,' said Kif.

They never met again.

Kif was halfway back to his battalion when he remembered that he had meant to send Mary a picture postcard from London.