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Updated: June 28, 2025
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.
A third he threw, but this time a bullet caught him and he reeled back with blood staining the shoulder of his tunic. "You'll 'ave to excuse me," he remarked gravely to the man with the match. "Can't stay now. Rawbon had watched the throwing impatiently. "Look here," he said suddenly. "Just lemme have a whale at this pitching. I'll show 'em some curves that'll dazzle 'em."
At daybreak next morning Courtenay and the sergeant stood together on the road leading to the communication trench. Both were crusted to the shoulders in thick mud; Rawbon's cap was gone, and his hair hung plastered in a wet mop over his ears and forehead, and Courtenay showed a red-stained bandage under his cap. "Rawbon," he said, "I feel rotten over this business.
"Say, Loo-tenant," said Rawbon, panting hard. "There's no crossin' that mud puddle Fry-Pan. They're holding the barricade 'cross there; got loopholes an' shootin' through 'em. Can't we climb out an' over the open an' on top of 'em?" "No good," said Courtenay. "They're sweeping it with maxims. Listen!"
The party approached their prisoners, and one among them, hat in hand, respectfully addressed Oriana. "Miss Weems, we're plaguy sorry this should 'a happened. It's a mistake and none of our fault. Your boat's down thar and yer shan't be merlested." "Am I free to go?" asked Oriana, calmly. "Free as air, Miss Weems." "With my companions?" "No, they remain with us," said Rawbon.
Her dark eye flashed in the twilight, and she drew her slight form up till it seemed to gain a foot in height. "We do not seek to enlarge our social circle, Mr. Rawbon. You will excuse me if I leave you abruptly, but the night dew begins to fall." She moved on, but he followed and placed his hand gently on her arm.
But the attack broke down, never reached the barricade beyond the Pan, was, in fact, cut down almost as fast as it emerged into the open. A handful of men came limping and floundering back, and Courtenay, waiting by the machine-gun in case of another German rush, caught sight of the face of the last man in. "Rawbon!" he said sharply. "Good Lord, man! I'd forgotten What took you out there?"
In the swirl of noise and smoke and flying earth Rawbon just glimpsed the plunging fall of a man's body, and felt a curious sickly feeling at the pit of his stomach. He was relieved beyond words to see the figure rise to his knees and stagger to his feet, dripping mud and filth, and swearing at the pitch of his voice.
They heard a long screaming whistle rising to a tempestuous roar and breaking off in a crash which made the ground shake. Next moment a shower of mud and earth and stones fell rattling and thumping about and into the trench. "Coal-box," said Courtenay hurriedly. "Come on. They're apt to drop some more about the same spot." "I'm with you," said Rawbon.
"We can leave her there," said Rawbon. "It's not likely any of your men will come in, until morning at least. Let's be off at once." Philip snatched up the parchment where it had fallen, and silently followed his companion. "We are going beyond the line to look about a bit," he said to the sergeant on duty, as they passed his post. "Keep all still and quiet till we return."
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