“Get ready, ‘C’ Company; pass the word!”
The four stood up, and Larry lifted his voice, and shouted on to the next traverse.
“Get ready, ‘C’; pass the word!”
“Don’t linger none on the parapet, boys,” said Kentucky. “They’ve probably got their machine gun trained on it.”
The next instant they heard the blast of a whistle, and a shout rang along the line.
“Come on, ‘C’; over with you!”
The four leaped over the parapet, scrambling and scuffling up its broken sides.
Near the top Pug exclaimed suddenly, grasped wildly at nothing, collapsed and rolled backward into the trench. The other three half-halted, and looked round.
“Come on,” said Kentucky; “he’s safest where he is, whether he’s hurt much or little.”