The gun was getting hot, and they were forced to let it cool a little.
The corporal watched the enemy, while his gun rested. He never turned his eyes towards his comrades, knowing they would do their duty.
"They advance slowly," he said to the new No. 1.
"They do not like the kisses of old Hammer and Tongs here," replied No. 1, patting the gun.
"Is that sponge burnt out?" asked the corporal.
No. 1 did not reply.
"Why don't you answer?" asked the corporal, a little impatiently.
"He's quit talking," said Acting No. 2.
The corporal did not ask, as he knew there could be only one reason for No. 1's inability. A bullet had passed through the man's heart, and he had died gracefully and without noise. All the men moved up another step, but both the gun and the caisson were shorthanded. They were too few now to have repulsed a second cavalry charge; but, luckily for them, the second charge was not forthcoming. Infantry and guns alone were before them.
"Begin firing!" said the corporal.