"'E 'as got it in the 'ead," said Bubb in a fierce voice. "The bloody fool! Flan!"
"What is it, Bubb?"
"I saw smoke," said Bubb, speaking calmly. "Just look over. See a little holler near the German lines? Yes? Well, there's a dead man there wiv 'is knees curled up. Got im? That's the place. I saw a puff of smoke and somefing moved. Look, Flan, see somefing shining?"
"I see it," said Flanagan.
"The sun's catchin' the sniper's 'ipe."
Both the youngsters drew their weapons taut to their shoulders and adjusted their sights.
"Four-fifty?" inquired Bubb, adjusting his sight to four hundred and fifty yards.
"A little lower, a little lower," said Flanagan. "Make it four and you'll not be far out.... It'll be hard to judge ... if we hit the dead man. He'll not raise a dust. You aim first, Bubb."
Bubb's left cheek twitched, and his eye took in the objective. He pulled the trigger. A spurt of dust flew into air a little to the rear of the dead man.
"Aim low, and we'll get him next time," said Flanagan.