"Hell! the boys will think I funked."
Further conversation, for awhile, stopped as we crouched, while Fritz treated the dressing station opposite to two big shells. We were unhurt.
Wounded men were now passing in streams, and I asked if any of the Fifth were there.
"No," was the reply, "the Fifth went over tonight."
"Oh, heavens! Alec, they've been in a charge and they'll think I funked."
"Don't be a blankety-blank fool, Bub. You have done your share today and you were ordered to stay back."
But my mental agony increased. What would Fritz and Lib think of me? What would Muirhead, Shields and the others think?
Presently a breathless runner stopped and asked, "Do either of you guys know the way to headquarters?"
"Sure," said I, "come on."
"What's doing?" said I, as we trotted along.