"Napoo'd!"
"How do you mean, napoo'd," I exclaimed.
"Yes, I've got a ball in my stomach—and as they have not operated——"
Ah! that explained his being so doubled up! He climbed back into his cart.
"Well, so long, you fellows. Hope you'll have better luck."
He added:
"Oh! it's blooming funny, this war!"
We were subdued and silent. Then Judsi jeered.
"Oh, dash it all, the bloke must be pilin' it on. We may 'ave been mauled a bit, likely as not, but wot about them—with our 75's——"