Instinctively we hurled ourselves to the ground into the wet grass and mud.
The shell passed over us and buried itself in the ground without exploding.
“This quarter hardly seems the safest in the world, Morin.”
“They’re firing on the battery of ‘75’s’.”
“A battery of ‘75’s’? What battery?... Where have you seen a battery?”
Although he was seriously disturbed about our direction, Morin would not budge.
A sinister Grumbling Seemed to Shatter the Fog [See page 110]
“It was there day before yesterday. It must have moved.”