Colville drew up under the lee of the last house in the village. He didn't like the look of that open road. Neither did I.
"Go on," said Viola. "What are you stopping for?"
The guns ceased firing for a moment and we rushed it.
"I do wish," said Viola, "you'd tuck your arm in, Furny. It's your right arm and you're on the wrong side of the car."
I asked her what made her think of my right arm just then.
"Because it's the only part of himself that Jimmy ever thinks of," she said.
There was about three-quarters of a mile of causeway and it ended in a little hamlet. And the hamlet—it had been knocked to bits before we got into it—the hamlet ended in a hillock of bricks and mortar.
The road to Zele was completely blocked.
"Well—" said Colville, "I am blowed."
"You've got to take it," said Viola.