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Updated: May 19, 2025
'E grouses a bit about the inconvenience o' the dark streets, an' then 'e goes on, "Everyone at 'ome is wonderin' why you fellows don't get a move on an' do somethin'. The official despatches keeps on sayin' 'no movement, or 'nothin' to report, or 'all quiet, till it looks as if you was all asleep. Why don't you get up an' go for 'em?" The Signaller paused and looked up.
I nudged Hugh's arm, and slipped into the shelter of the cave. For a few moments we watched the signaller. Then, suddenly, the watcher at the road-bend came running back from his little tour up the road, waving his arms, and flashing his bright plate as he ran. We saw him spring to his old place on the wall, and jump from his perch into the ditch.
Just while the signaller was making his most energetic gestures he leaped round in the most startled way, for the skipper had closed up and given him a very smart slap on the shoulder. "Now, Rumsey, what's this?" he cried. "Boat, sir. Going ashore, sir." "Who is?" said the skipper, frowning. "Us six, sir." "Us six! Why, you're only one." "Yes, sir. These 'ere others too, sir."
Away on the left a lone tree acted as a landmark for a sunken road. "Brigade tried to make a headquarters there," went on Collinge, "but a signaller got knocked out, and the Boche began using the tree as a datum point; so the colonel ordered a shift." Twenty rough wooden crosses rose mournful and remote in a wide, moist mangel-field. "The cavalry got it badly there," said Collinge.
Put it as briefly as you can, but make sure he understands. He has a good signaller with him. Send Bogle to report when you have finished. Now repeat what I have said to you.... That's right. Carry on!" M'Snape was gone. Angus, left alone, pensively restored the safety-pin to the grenade, and laid the grenade upon the ground beside him.
She stood erect, the signaller holding her right arm above the elbow. After the officer had leisurely lighted a cigarette he asked her who she was. She made no answer. "You are the Erith woman, are you not?" he demanded. She was silent. "You Yankee slut," he added, nodding to himself and staring up into her bloodless face.
FIRST CHATTY SIGNALLER. Oh! I thocht ye meant Don Company, sir. THE ADJUTANT. Why the blazes haven't you answered me sooner? There was other messages comin' through, sir. THE ADJUTANT. Well, get me the Company Commander. FIRST CHATTY SIGNALLER. Varra good, sirr. A pause.
"Is old Alf all right?" asked another signaller quickly. "Yes" nodding and grinning "he's got a nice Blighty he's all right.... As I was sayin', he hit old Alf in the foot, and Mr Biles says to me, 'We'll get that blighter. So we dropped, and Mr Biles crawled away to the right and I went to the left. He popped off again after about five minutes, and I saw where the shot came from.
"Well, sir, to tell you the truth, I did hear a rumour of that kind." "And you?" said Barry, turning upon the signaller, "tell me the truth." "Well, sir, it's just as I said. We had it over the wires. The battalion is going in." "Very well, get my stuff, Monroe," said Barry, quietly. "I'm going back." "I beg your pardon, sir." "Do you hear me? Get my stuff; I'm not going out to-night."
Some men are born story-tellers and there was a rugged picturesqueness about Barling's simple narrative which conjured up in the minds of his hearers the picture of the lonely signaller cowering in the abandoned trench among the freshly slain, waiting for the officer who never came back.
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