"It's sudden daith," chipped in Sandy Brown.
"All right, boys, I'll send up something to-day. Cheer up, you'll soon be at Manly amongst the girls," and off went Killem on his rounds. That afternoon a dozen big iron plates came up. These were square with a hole in the centre. This hole was covered by a little iron door, which could be lifted at will. Bill and his pals seized one and commenced to fix it in position. Under a hail of lead they worked sweating, grousing and cursing all the time. At last it was fixed and ready for business.
"This is my shot," said Bill, taking hold of his rifle. Slowly he opened the door, then peeped through.
"I see one, boys!"
"Where?" they whispered.
"Behind some bags. Gosh, ain't he ugly. He's got a face like a black puddin', and the eyes of a snake. He ain't a bit of Turkish delight, anyhow, I wouldn't like to lick his old face. Wheesht, boys, he's goin' to shoot."
"At you?"
"No! Some fathead down the line. But I'll get the one-eyed Moslem blighter," muttered Bill, taking careful aim.
"Mind yis don't hit the ould fellow up in the moon," said Paddy just as Bill let go.
"Ye spud-faced Paddy. Ye—ye—ye——" blurted out Bill, throwing down his gun in anger.