Kore:—"Fire then." (Bill fires a shot.) "Got him?"
Bill:—"No blurry fear. The 'ead was a sandbag. I'll bet yer the shot they send back will come nearer me than you. Bet yer a copper."
Kore:—"Done." (A bullet whistles by on the right of Bill's head.) "I think they're firing at you."
Bill:—"Not me, matey, but you. It's their aiming that's bad. 'And over the coin." (Enter an officer.)
Officer:—"Don't keep your heads over the parapet, you'll get sniped. Keep under cover as much as possible."
Bill:—"Orl right, Sir."
Kore:—"Yes, sir." (Exit Officer.)
Bill:—"They say there's a war 'ere."
Kore:—"It's only a rumour."
At Cuinchy where the German trenches are hardly a hundred yards away from ours, the firing from the opposite trenches ceased for a moment and a voice called across.