In front of him, the silent evidence of his plucky stand, were the dead bodies of four Germans. By his side lay a revolver. I picked up and examined the chamber; the last cartridge had been fired!
The men had gathered around; their caps were off. Septimus seemed to be looking up smilingly into their faces.
Septimus was dead! But Septimus was still in Bond Street!
CHAPTER XIV[ToC]
NEXT MORNING
A COUNCIL OF WAR. OPERATION ORDERS. A BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT
Three A.M. Heavy shell-fire still continues. I have just ordered the men to cease work and take rest. Trench is about two feet deep; men are dead beat.