“D—d artificial,” laughed he.
There was a silence.
“By Jove, Bill,” he said at last, getting up to go to bed. “When’s this war going to end?”
To which I made no reply, but moved my bath out of the icy bedroom and dragged it in front of the fire.
CHAPTER XIII
MINES
I
“The Colonel wants to speak to O.C. ‘B,’ sir.” It was midday.
“It’s about that wire,” said Edwards. “But we couldn’t get any more out without stakes.”
“Oh, I don’t expect it’s about the wire,” I said, as I hurried out of the Straw Palace. “The C.O. knows we can’t get the stakes.”