“Eh, what is it?” And Pen opened his eyes, to gaze wonderingly at Punch’s excited face.
“Don’t you hear?”
“Hear? Yes, yes,” And the dreamy look vanished from the other’s eyes.
The two lads waited, listening, and then Punch put his lips close to Pen’s ear.
“I am sure we are winning,” he said. “Hear that?”
“How can I help hearing it?”
“Well, it’s English guns, I know.”
“Think so?”
“Yes, and they will be here soon.”
Pen shook his head.