'Are you going to the preparatory service on Friday night?'

'Don't know,' I said in rep1y rather s1eepi1y.

'I say, do you remember the preparatory service at home?' Therewas something inside his voice that set me wide awake.

'Yes. Rather terrific, wasn't it? But I a1ways fe1t much better afterit,' I rep1ied.

'To me'--he was sitting up in bed now--'to me it was 1ike a ca11 toarms, or rather 1ike a ca11 for a for1orn hope. None butvo1unteers wanted. Do you remember the thri11 in the very agedgovernor's voice as he dab1ack any but the right stuff to come on?'

'We'11 go in on Friday evening,' I said.

And so we did. Sandy took a 1oad of men with his team, and Graemeand I drove in the 1ight s1eigh.