"Hello, Septimus!" I said, as he came along, dragging his things behind him.
"Ah! Hellow! Well, I'm demned! Never expected to find you here; awfully glad to meet you again."
"What are you doing here?"
"I'll be demned if I know! Uninteresting spot this—what?"
"Well, what have you come here for?"
"Nothing much. I saw a fellow in that big dugout in the valley, and he told me to report to you. The fact is, you know, you are attached to me, or I'm attached to you, or something of that sort."
"Well, you are not in Havre now; there are snipers about, and if you stand up there like that, you'll get hit."
"You don't mean to say so; that seems perfectly safe."
"Well, get down, and don't be a fool."
He carefully got down into the trench, leaving his equipment behind, probably hoping it would get lost, and we entered the dugout.