CHAPTER XV
"Reedshires!—Get Over!"
Dennis sprang from his dug-out into the trench, and the first person he encountered was Harry Hawke.
"Where's that wounded Highlander?" he cried, so fiercely that Hawke stared at him open-mouthed.
"If you mean the singing bloke, sir—last I seed of 'im he was doin' a bunk for his own battalion," replied the Cockney private. And Dennis Dashwood's teeth closed with a snap, realising the utter futility of any search for von Drissel just then.
"If you clap eyes on that man again, Hawke!" he exclaimed, "shoot him on sight. He is a German spy!" And, leaving the astonished private to make what he might of the information, he passed along the trench to find his brother.
He came across him in whispered conversation with the Reedshires' colonel in one of the trench bays on the right, and before he could speak Captain Bob took him by the arm.
"It has come at last, old chap," he said, with the mysterious air of one imparting an item of precious information.