I called up Wyatt and told him that the men were to be given a little sleep. The officers, after a short rest, were to reconnoitre forward. I heard orders given for the Australians to come back from the railway embankment—later I learned that this was done with practically no casualties—then I stumbled down the road to tell the colonel.
I found him shaving.
"The tanks lost their way in a snowstorm and arrived late at Noreuil. The attack was postponed."
He looked grave for a moment, but continued his shaving.
"Go and have some breakfast," he said cheerily. "You must be hungry. We'll talk it over later."
So I went and had some breakfast....
[CHAPTER IV.]
THE FIRST BATTLE OF BULLECOURT.
(April 11, 1917.)
Later in the morning we heard from Jumbo, who had returned from Noreuil, the full history of the weary trek in the blizzard.