"Perhaps you have been in finer apartments," said the officer, "but I must confess that this place has an irresistible attraction for me at times."
"I don't doubt it," laughed Dunstan. "How many men can sleep here?"
"Three or four, and the accommodations are not so bad except in rainy weather; then it's the most confounded place imaginable."
"It must be," said Don.
"Many a time I've seen the water in the trenches above a man's knees, and we have to work mighty hard pumping it out. We live in mud, eat in mud, sleep in mud, and look as if we were made of mud."
"Must be uncomfortable, sure enough!" commented Don.
"Uncomfortable isn't the word that hits it, mon garçon; it's perfect and unadulterated misery. However, there seems to be nothing which hasn't some good in it."
"Yes?" said Don questioningly.
"The floods put an end to the prowling of the trench rats for a time."
"Do you have many of them?"