"Say, chum," said Powell in broken-hearted tones, "you ain't going to split on us, are you?"
"Horders is horders, an' you blokes played me a damned nasty trick."
"Have you any money, chum?" asked Powell.
"No."
Powell took a five-franc bill out of his pocket and I followed suit. Lucky we were to have it as we were generally as destitute as he. Ten francs is wealth untold to a soldier on the Western Front. While Tommy's eyes glinted, he hesitated.
"Come on, chum," says I, "you know you would have done the same if you had been up the line like we have for the last fifteen days or so, and wanted some good grub and a change of clothes."
"But how am I to know that nobody saw me with you two blokes?"
"Nobody saw us," Powell hastily assured him.
"Well, besides, you bunged me into that 'ole, an' yer were none too gentle over it neither."
Desperate and thinking the game was about up, I ventured,