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But if any of you blokes wants to be the stiff, stand up w'ere this guy lit the gas." There weren't any takers, and a moment later another bullet struck a sandbag in the same spot. "See? 'E spotted you. 'E'll keep a-pottin' away at that place for an hour, 'opin' to catch you lookin' over again. Less see if we can find 'im. Give us that biscuit tin, 'Enery."
The words shuddered through Sally's ears. "Go 'arn, Jim, shake 'ands. Can't yer see 'e'll drop the 'ole bloomin' show if yer don't, an' damn it, I've got a couple o' bob on yer. Shake 'ands, can't yer!" Jim came reluctantly forward into the centre of the ring with a knotted hand held grudgingly before them. The other took it and dropped it as if it were filth.
'Let's 'ave two 'arf-pints, and say no more about it. 'You mind your own business, shouted the landlord, turning savagely on him. ''E'll get no more 'ere! I don't want no drunken men in my 'ouse. Who asked you to interfere? 'Now then! exclaimed the barman to the cause of the trouble, 'Outside! 'Not me! said the Semi-drunk firmly. 'Not before I've 'ad my 'arf
'E'll only think as 'ow it's the water what's greasy." "Simpson," came the voice from farther along the trench, a moment or so later, "this is the greasiest water I've ever tasted. What the deuce you've done to it I don't know." "Come in," said Margery Debenham, as she opened her eyes lazily to the sunlight. "Put my tea on the table, please, Mary. I'm too sleepy to drink it yet.
Buckrow and 'im think it's done now; but 'e'll get Bucky at the last, too, or I'm a beggar.
I'd like to know!" he said jokingly, digging Dollops in the ribs, and giving a loud guffaw. "Some girl, I suppose." "Somethin' uv more account than women, I kin tell ye!" threw in Black Whiskers roughly. "'E's going ter help me with a little work overtime is what 'e'll get fer it. If yer willin' ter lend a 'and, overtime you'll get, too. But you'll keep yer mouth shut, or clear. One or t'other.
An' if either sentry sees anythink suspicious down below there let 'im send the other sentry across fer me over in the picket there, see? 'E'll waike up the others meanwhile an' they'll all watch out till I comes and gives orders, see? An' if you're attacked afore I come, then retire firing. Retire on the picket, see? We won't shoot yer. Don't make a bloomin' blackguard-rush for the picket though.
He pushed away the long grass that grew about the roots and looked up at Robinette with a wise old smile. "'Tisn't dead and done for yet, Missy, never fear!" he said. "Give 'im time; give 'im time! 'E's cut above the graft see! 'E'll grow and shoot and bear blossom and fruit same as ever 'e did, given time. See to the fine stock of 'im; firm as a rock in the good ground!
What 'ave you done with 'im? inquired Crass. 'I think 'e'll be all right, replied Philpot. 'He wouldn't let me go no further with 'im: said if I didn't go away, 'e'd go for me! But I believe 'e'll be all right. I think the fall sobered 'im a bit. 'Oh, 'e's all right, said Crass offhandedly. 'There's nothing the matter with 'im.
"Please'm," he said eagerly, "do you think as 'ow 'e'll let me take Willie to 'im?" "What do you mean, dear?" she asked. "Why 'im as we was told about to-night." "Do you mean Jesus?" she asked. Bob nodded. "Yes, dear," was the answer. "He wants Willie and you too. Have you ever heard about Jesus before?" "No," was the answer.
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