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The Battle Of The Slag-Heaps |
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Wagstaffe hoisted himself upon the parapet. "I will see our C.O. at once," he replied, and departed at the double. It was a risky proceeding, for German bullets promptly appeared in close attendance; but he saved a good five minutes on his journey to Battalion Headquarters at the other end of the trench. Presently the bombs began to arrive, passed from hand to hand. Wagstaffe returned, this time along the trench. "We shall have a tough fight for it," he said. "The Bosche bombers know their business, and probably have more bombs than we have. But those boys on our right seem to be keeping their end up." "Can't we do anything?" asked Bobby feverishly. "Nothing--unless the enemy succeed in working right down here; in which case we shall take our turn of getting it in the neck--or giving it! I fancy old Ayling and his popgun will have a word to say, if he can find a nice straight bit of trench. All we can do for the present is to keep a sharp look-out in front. I have no doubt they will attack in force when the right moment comes." For close on three hours the bomb-fight went on. Little could be seen, for the struggle was all taking place upon the extreme right; but the sounds of conflict were plain enough. More bombs were passed up, and yet more; men, some cruelly torn, were passed down. |
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