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Willing hands extracted M'Snape from his arboreal envelope he could probably have got home quite well without it, but once a Boy Scout, always a Boy Scout and he made his report. "I went back to have a look-see into the crater, sirr." "Well?" "It's fair blown in, sirr, and a good piece of the sap too.
Plainly Bain was holding one end of this, and some one in the trenches Captain Wagstaffe himself, as like as not was holding the other. If an enemy stumbled over the trip-cord, Bain would warn the defence by twitching the alarm-cord. Five minutes later M'Snape was back at the rendezvous, describing to Simson what he had seen.
Lying flat on his stomach, in order to get as much as possible of this obstacle between his eyes and the sky, M'Snape was presently able to descry, plainly silhouetted against the starry landscape, the profile of one Bain, a scout of A Company, leaning comfortably against a small bush, and presumably holding the end of the cord in his hand. M'Snape wriggled silently away, and paused to reflect.
The general report was that the position was closely guarded from end to end. "You say you found a cord running back from Bain to the trenches, M'Snape," asked Captain Mackintosh, "and a sentry holding on to it?" "Yess, sirr," replied the scout, standing stiffly to attention in the dark.
But no alarm followed, and presently all was still again so still, indeed, that presently, out on the right, two hundred yards away, M'Snape heard a man cough and then spit. Another sentry was located! Having decided that there was no sentry-group between the two roads, M'Snape turned his back upon the wood and proceeded cautiously forward. He was not quite satisfied in his mind about things.
M'Snape, you will come with me, but no one else yet. If the estaminet seems capable of being held, I will signal to you, Sergeant Mucklewame, and you will send your party across, in driblets, not forgetting the Lewis gun. By that time I may have located the German machine-gun, so we should be able to knock it out with the Lewis."
They look like grey beetles in a trap, and are busy with pick and shovel, apparently "improving" the crater and connecting it with their own fire-trenches. They have no sentry out. Dormitat Homerus. M'Snape worms his way back, and reports. Then, in accordance with an oft-rehearsed scheme, the bombing party forms itself into an arc of a circle at a radius of some twenty yards from the stunted bush.
M'Snape duly became a lance-corporal, while Dunshie resigned his post as a scout and returned to duty with the company. Under this designation it is convenient to lump the whole heavenly host which at present orders our goings and shapes our ends. It includes The War Office; The Treasury; The Army Ordnance Office; Our Divisional Office; and other more local and immediate homes of mystery.
Then he returned to the other side of the house. "How many men are serving that gun?" he said to M'Snape. "Can you see?" "Only two, sirr, I think. I cannot see them, but that wee breastwork will not cover more than a couple of men." "Mphm," observed Angus thoughtfully. "I expect they have been left behind to hold on. Have you a bomb about you?"
"If we could creep out of the wood and rush him, we might be able to slip our attack in at that point," said the Captain. "You say there is cover to within twenty yards of where he is sitting?" "Yes, sirr." "Still, I'm afraid he'll pull that cord a bit too soon for us." "He'll no, sirr," remarked M'Snape confidently. "Why not?" asked the Captain. M'Snape told him.
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