So the enemy was there, behind the crests, and was advancing....
What was the French command waiting for? Why did they not throw forward the troops which, over towards Fresnières, were swarming on the mangel-wurzel fields?
Moratin, who was standing on the refilling wagon, cried out:
"Go on, let 'em have it full! That shell from the first gun mowed down a heap of them. There! you can see them, the brutes!... You can see them!..."
His words gave us strength to push the gun, the wheels of which kept turning backwards, forward into position again.
"Hutin!"
"What?"
"Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"