"I've got your rifle and your things. Come along. Come along!"
We rushed down.
"Do you hear?"
The echoes of explosions.
"The 'Taube'?"
"That was the beggar that marked us! But ... they talked of our going back.... I don't think! They're close on our heels...! Their artillery, the 'coal boxes'!"
He pinched my arm till it bled:
"And we've been flying all night!"
I buckled on my pack, in a dazed way as we ran along, and took my rifle from his. Henriot caught us up:
"They're coming up from the south too. We're surrounded!"