“But what about the horses, Colonel?” from Torrington.
“They’ll have to stop with the guns till dawn anyway. If the front line gives, we shall be liable to want our teams in a hurry. Well, gentlemen, if nobody has anything better to suggest. . . .” A silence. . . . “All right. Jameson, you’d better go with Bromley and mark for the right of the Brigade. Batteries to come up one at a time in column of route. Action left. Get your guns as close to the trench as you can. Usual intervals if possible. Teams to remain with the guns till dawn. Purves. . . .”
“Yes, sir.” The Balliol man appears out of the darkness.
“Tell H.Q. to walk their horses forward to that hay-stack. See it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Unhook the telephone-wagon and the M. O.’s[[13]] cart. Send your horses a hundred yards to the rear, and report to me when its done. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
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