"Take care of your feet.... O-o-oh!"
"Why couldn't you say you were in the straw?"
"Now then, up you go!"
Five or six artillerymen were on the ladder at the same time. It bent beneath their weight. Below, a foot-soldier stood motionless, holding a candle in his hand.
"Look out! Don't want your spurs in my face, you know!"
"Growl away, old chap! Let's get up."
"The floor's giving way!... They'll fall through."
"Go on, climb up! It's less dangerous than the shells!"
"Damn it all, move up a bit, you fellows; otherwise there won't be room for all of us!"
"Don't go there! There's a hole.... You'll fall on the Tommies down below!"