“Magnificent! We’ve shut them up.”
“I’ve got six shells left. Shall I blaze them off?”
“Oh, no!” said I; “I think we’ve avenged Tommy.”
His face hardened.
“Good night, Bill!”
But I did not feel like sleep. I still stood at the corner, waiting for I knew not what.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” went the Stokes gun. There was a pause, and “bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!” came the sound of them bursting. There was a longer pause.
“Bang!” I watched the spark floating through the sky.
“Bang!” came the sound back from the German trench.
I waited. There was no answer. And for the first time that night I fancied the moon smiled.