We went on.
"Pretty hot stuff!" said Judsi. "We ought to go in zigzags, best way to get through," he advised.
I approved.
Judsi's right. The range only varies in depth.
We were beginning to distinguish the sound of the different shells through this infernal din. The big ones were always impressive; we frankly snapped our fingers at the smaller ones.
"Is that all?" said Bouguet as a splinter of shrapnel bounced off his pack.
"Listen!" Lamalou exclaimed, "there are the 75's letting loose."
I don't know what we expected. A miracle—the immediate cessation of the enemy's fire. We were disillusioned. It redoubled in intensity. One or two shells again fell near by.
"Ah!" exclaimed Bouguet. "That got 'em!"
"Who?"