Happily, Judsi, cried:
"They're digging a grave for the Kaiser!"
My one idea was to keep my intervals.
Bouillon asked me whether a river we were coming to was the Meuse.
I made him repeat it. A river? Why so there was.... The Othain perhaps? For everyone was talking about it....
"How are we to get across? Swim?"
I was asking myself the same question. The bursts of firing grew less frequent. We advanced in rushes, for longer distances, but not so fast. We felt comparatively safe. Our attention was beginning to wander....
"Lie down! We're in for it now!"
There was a terrible explosion close by, on our left ... a flash, and a stinging blast. I saw Bouguet put his hand up to his cap; a bit of the peak had gone.