"I knowed it would pan out that way," said Bubb, as he sat in his dug-out two hours later drinking hot tea from his sooty messtin.
It was dawn, the sun came up red in the east and the dewdrops glittered like diamonds on the levels.
"'Twas the same wiv old Stumpy. 'E was the third man to light 'is fag wiv the same match," said Bill. "Then 'e went up to the trenches an' 'e was shot dead."
"It's all damned rot," said Flanagan. "I knew men getting killed who never smoked a fag."
"I had a feeling that Reynolds was going under, anyway," said Benners. "And he was such a good boy, too."
"I liked him better than I cared to say," said Flanagan. "He was as eager as hell. And he's dead. He didn't have much of a run for his money."
"Takin' it all in all, we're not so blurry badly off," said Bubb. "I wunner if we're goin' ter get relieved soon. I 'ope so, anyway."