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"Is that the blighter whom poor old Hayes had to threaten with his revolver the day before we were gassed?" The Sergeant-major nodded. "It's just the sort of thing he would do," said Bennett, whose hand was still unsteady from the strain of an hour ago, "to bunk when Brother Boche is giving us a little crumping to keep us amused." I turned to the Sergeant-major.
In places there was quite two feet of mud and water to wallow through. "Fritz is crumping down the bottom of the Avenue, sir," said a Tommy to me; "just caught several of our lads dirty blighters: right in the trench, sir." "Thanks," I replied. Thinking there might be an opportunity of getting some scenes of shell-bursts, I hurried on as fast as conditions would permit.
They finally came in sight of a farmhouse that sat on the side of a hill. Near the house was a stable and sheds. A large orchard lay back of the sheds. "There," said Blossom. "That is where old Baldwin lives, and his turks are in one of those sheds." "Crumping jickets I mean jumping crickets!" exclaimed Harry. "How bright the moon shines!
He was tired, as I could see by the black lines under his eyes and tightly drawn lips. On a camp-table in front of him, upon which he leaned his elbows, there was a telephone apparatus, and the little bell kept ringing as we talked. Now and then a shell burst in the field outside the tent, and he raised his head and said: "They keep crumping about here.
He had been crumping up an apple placed amongst his feed, and his senses struggled between the lingering flavour of that delicacy, and the perception of a sound with which he connected carrots. When she unlatched his door, and said "Hal," he at once went towards his manger, to show his independence, but when she said: "Oh! very well!" he turned round and came towards her.
"He is crumping now by all appearances," I replied, noticing some crumps bursting about three hundred yards away. "Yes, they are 'strafing' the place we are going to! That's cheerful, anyway. We will make a wide detour; he's putting shrapnel over now. Look out! Keep well to the side of the wood." We kept under cover until it was necessary to cross a field to a distant copse.
The others were marched on. Whether I had been spotted or not, I do not know, but German shells were crumping unpleasantly near. I was just thinking of moving when another burst so close that it made me quickly decide. I looked round for my men. One was there; the other was missing. "Get into a dug-out," I yelled. "Where is L ?" "Don't know, sir," he said.
"He was in that section, sir, where Bosche crossed." For over half an hour the crumping continued, then it practically ceased. The Bosche evidently thought he had distributed us to the four winds of heaven. I emerged from my shelter and hurriedly ran along the trench to find my man. He was nowhere to be found.
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