W-h-i-r-r!
Something was passing directly overhead. O. D. looked up. He saw a black shadow flit between himself and the moon. Then another bomb exploded. O. D. dived into the tent. He landed on Jimmy.
“What the hell’s up?” asked Jimmy, coming out of sleep.
“Listen,” whispered O. D. in a hoarse voice.
Jimmy listened.
“Nothin’ but some Boche planes, I guess. They’ll never get us, but I hate ’em just the same. Turn over and let’s cushay encore.”
O. D. lay down again, but did not sleep until the droning had ceased and the guns had become quiet. Fatigue finally overpowered his senses and he fell into deep slumber.
“Wake up, O. D. Time to monjay.” Jimmy, fully dressed, was bending over O. D.
“What—— Oh—— Time to get up and eat, eh? What have they got for breakfast, Jimmy?”
“Bacon, hardtack, and coffee. The coffee’s got sugar in it for a wonder. Make it fast or we’ll get nothin’ but seconds.”