Chapter 47

“I know it, and I know you are a good deal braver than you think you are. But it’s different with me. My battery captain called me a Pachydermatous Anachronism the other day.” “That’s another way of fighting, I suppose?” said Billy, who was recovering his spirits. “You don’t know what that means, of course, but I do. It means betwixt and between, and that is just where I am. I can see inside my head what will happen when a shell bursts, and you bullocks can’t.” “I can,” said the troop-horse. “At least a little bit.…