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"No, thanks," he said politely, and struggling with an inclination to laugh, "I'll smoke a cigarette," and took one from his own case and lighted it. He was a good deal interested and probed gently. "You're Canadian, I suppose?" he said. "But this isn't Canadian Transport, is it?" "Not," said the sergeant "Neither it nor me. No Canuck in mine, Loo-tenant. I'm good United States."
Especially about not liking it." "I'm beginning to think you'd be better off these premises," said Courtenay. "I ought to be with my company if any trouble is coming off. And it might lead to questions and unpleasantness if you were found here especially if you're a casualty, or I am." "Nuff sed, Loo-tenant," said Rawbon promptly. "I don't want that sort o' trouble for various reasons.
When we get along to my own company's bit of trench I'll tell you, and you can take some snaps when I'm not looking at you. Just tip the wink to any men about and they'll be quite pleased to pose or anything you like." "Loo-tenant," said Sergeant Rawbon earnestly, "you're doin' this thing real handsome, and I won't forget it. If ever you hit the U-nited States "
Gimme thirty seconds, Loo-tenant, and I'll put thirty o' these balls right where they live." As he spoke he picked up two of the bombs from a fresh box and held them to the lighter. As he plunged out a shower of bullets spattered the trench wall about him, but without heeding these he began to throw. As the roar of the bursting bombs began, the bullets slowed down and ceased.
I say, are you sure I can't help with that? It's too bad my sitting here watching you do all the work." The sergeant straightened himself slowly from the bench and looked at Courtenay, a quizzical smile dawning on his thin lips. "Why now, Loo-tenant," he said, "there's no need to get het up none.
I've got a camera here that I bought special, thinking it would be fun later to show round my album in the States an' point out this man being skewered on a bayonet an' that one being disrupted by a bomb an' the next lot charging a trench. But will you believe me, Loo-tenant, I haven't as much as set eye or foot on the trenches.
Will you have a cigar, Loo-tenant?" he went on, slipping a case from his pocket and extending it. Courtenay noticed the solidly expensive get-up and the gold initials on the leather and was still more puzzled. He reassured himself by another look at the sergeant's stripes and the regulation soldier's khaki jacket.
"There's another bunch o' humor arriving," said Rawbon. "But I don't feel yet like encoring the turn any;" They moved on to a steady accompaniment of shell bursts and Courtenay looked round uneasily. "I don't half like this," he said. "They don't usually shell us so at this time of day. Hope there's no attack coming." "I agree with all you say, Loo-tenant, and then some.
Here you've done some real good work I don't believe we'd ever have got across without your bombing and you won't let me say a word about it. I'm dashed if I like it. Dash it, you ought to get a V.C., or a D.C.M. at least, for it." "Now lookahere, Loo-tenant," said Rawbon soothingly. "There's no need for you to feel peaked not any.
"Why, sure; if you don't mind, Loo-tenant," said Rawbon, "I might as well see " He was interrupted by a sudden crash and roar, running bursts of flaring light, hoarse yells and shouts, and a few rifle shots from somewhere beyond the barricade across the Leak. The work of the next minute was too fast and furious for Rawbon to follow or understand.
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