I returned to the line and ordered the men to continue digging.
The bombardment continued, but by and by we began to grow accustomed to the din. Several casualties occurred; but still the work of digging in continued.
Time was getting on, and I must make my plans for to-morrow's attack.
A few minutes later I chanced to notice a figure sitting leisurely in a shell-hole.
"Why, Septimus, is that you?"
"I think so; I say, I think so. Unearthly row; devilishly dangerous place, this—what?"
"But what are you doing in there?"
"I was just coming to talk to you about ammunition. A shell burst, and my face is simply covered with dust. Has the ammunition arrived yet?"
"No; there's an ammunition dump in the wood somewhere."
"Like me to go and find it?"