"What is it?"
"I've never failed at my work yet," said Spudhole. "I'm not 'ere in the trenches to shift my jobs on to other blokes."
"But you're feeling queer," said Bowdy. "If I felt like that I would go down and see the M.O. and get shoved into hospital."
"Would you!" said Spudhole, placing the mess-tin lid on the floor. "I know better. Wot did I 'ear yer say once? Ye'd never leave your trenches when the regiment was there unless you were carried out on a stretcher."
"That was only swank," said Bowdy. "You drink your tea, Spudhole, and lie down. I'll put a couple of sandbags round you and if you're not better in the morning, just run down and see the M.O."
"Well, I'm damned if I goes away from the line," said Bubb. "Not until the battalion is wiv me. That's settled."
He bent down, raised the mess-tin and drank the tea. Snogger came to the door.
"Next on sentry-go?" he called.
"I'm there," said Bowdy.
"It's my turn," said Bubb.