They reached the street to find the dog lying on the pavement wagging its tail.
"It's so pleased with us," said Bowdy. "It might have died with hunger up there."
"Pleased!" echoed Bubb. "The damned ungrateful swine! Take that, and that!"
The two kicks were neatly delivered on the animal's hindquarters and it rushed off, howling.
"Ate our two blurry chickens and us rescuin' 'im. Anyway we've the taters. We'll get back to the trench and cook 'em."
"I'll be back as soon as you," said Bowdy. "But I'll run down to Rentoul and get a bottle of champagne. I've a few francs to spare."
On reaching the trenches Bubb found Flanagan just finishing a good dinner of fried potatoes and onions.
"Blimey, I've taters, lots of 'em and if you give me some h'onions I'll make myself a bit of a feed," said Bubb to Flanagan. "I do feel empty inside."
"Yes, I've got some onions to spare," said Flanagan. "Are you going to cook now?"
"I'm goin' to cook now," said Bubb, "but I want some lard or something greasy for fryin'."