'Something's got to happen, or there won't be
enough of us left to hold this blessed dug-out.'
'Things don't look healthy, and that's a fact,' allowed Ken. 'Our only
chance is to get some guns to work. And that's just what we haven't got.'
'And can't get, either, until that path up the cliff is finished.'
At that moment a shell pitched full into the next traverse, blowing its
two occupants to fragments, and scattering their torn remains far and
wide.
'That's poor old Carroll,' growled Roy. 'The swine! How I'd like to get
back on 'em!'
Ken did not reply. The horror of it had made him feel quite sick.
At that moment the firing burst out more hotly than ever. It seemed as if
every gun and rifle in the enemy's hands spoke at once.
'What's up now?' muttered Roy.
Ken gave a sharp exclamation, and pointed upwards. Looking up, Roy saw a
big bi-plane soaring high overhead. It looked like a silver bird as it
skimmed across the rich blue of the afternoon sky.
'Hurrah, a plane at last!' said Ken joyfully.
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