“We’re in here pretty snug, Lieutenant; they may never get on to us at all,” offered the corporal.
“That’s possible, but hardly likely. We’ve got to lie low.”
“We’ve a crackerjack place to defend, Herb,” Don said.
“Very good and I don’t want to be a pessimist, but with a good many hundred against twelve—well, we might hold ’em off for a time, even with only one machine gun. But there’s a limit to grub and ammunition, and especially to water. What do you fellows know about water near here?”
“A spring run ’bout as big as a shoe lacin’ over yon a couple o’ hundred yards to the northeast,” said Jennings.
“Very good. Who will volunteer to refill all canteens?”
“I’ll go, Lieutenant!”
“Me, too!”
“Count me in on that, please!”