As Prescott stepped down to the duck-boards he saw Private Berger come back into the trench from the adjoining traverse, the latter a jog in the trench line intended to prevent the enemy from raking any great length of trench during an attack.
"I hadn't an idea that just raising my head over the parapet would bring cannon fire so promptly," Dick murmured to Ribaut.
"Nor did that act of yours bring cannon fire," rejoined Captain
Ribaut.
"Then what did?"
"It must have been that it just happened," replied the Frenchman.
Private Berger stood leaning with his right hand on top of the sand-bag parapet.
"Shall I get back on the fire step for another look?" Dick inquired.
"Why not?" inquired Captain Ribaut, shrugging his shoulders.
"Why not, indeed, if there is anything you wish to see?"
Waiting for no more Dick again mounted to the fire step, raising his head over the top, this time with greater caution.
"There it is again!" he cried, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, his words causing his friends astonishment.