"Not wounded?"
"No, and you?"
"No."
The four detachments were complete.
"And the Captain?"
"Still down there at the observation-post. Look ... you can see his elbow sticking out behind that tree. He's all right!"
Two more volleys of shell burst close to our guns, which still appeared to have escaped damage.
How long the night seemed in coming! How we cursed the sun which, its blood-red disk almost touching the horizon, seemed as though it would never sink down behind the mangel-wurzel field! It looked absolutely motionless, stationary.
Hutin swore and shook his fist at the crimson sphere.
The Captain signalled for us to come up.