"And what about your lot?"
"Nobody. Not like the first. A shell made an awful mess of them."
"Frémont?"
"He wasn't touched, luckily."
Breton, the quartermaster-sergeant, joined us.
"Halloa, you chaps, going strong?"
We answered cordially:
"Not so bad for a start."
"We've done jolly well!" he said with naïve delight.
The captain came up accompanied by two subalterns. Some of the men began to get up.