into the breast of another who loomed up to kill me.  Then I rose, as a third, with a downward blow from the barrel of his rifle, knocked my revolver spinning from my hand.  With an agony in my wrist, I snatched at his rifle, and, wrenching the bayonet free, stabbed him savagely with his own weapon, tearing it away as he dropped.  Heavens! would my company never come?  I had only been four yards in front of them.  Was all this taking place in seconds?  One moment of clear reasoning had just told me that this cold dampness, moving along my knee, was the soaking blood of one of my victims, when a Turkish officer ran into the trench-bay, firing backwards and blindly at my sergeant-major.  Seeing me, he whipped round his revolver to shoot me.  My fist shot out towards his chin in an automatic action of self-defence, and the bayonet, which it held, passed like a pin right through the man’s throat.  His blood spurted over my hand and ran up my arm, as he dropped forward, bearing me down under him.

“Hurt, sir?” asked the sergeant-major, kindly.  “We’ve got the trench.”

“Man the trench,” said I, an English voice bringing my wits back, “and keep up a covering fire for the bombers.”

At the mention of the bombers I thought of Doe.  Getting quickly up, I stood on the piled bodies of my victims to see over the top.  As I looked through the rolling smoke for the position of the bombers, I heard my sergeant-major saying to a man in the next bay: 

“Our babe’s done orl right.  He’s killed four, and is now standin’ on ’em.”

Without doubting that he was speaking of me, I yet felt no glow at this rough tribute, for I was worried at what I saw in the open.  In the fog of smoke I descried a figure that must be Doe’s.  He was still out on the top, his party straggling and bewildered.  It perplexed me.  Why was he not under cover in the crater of the mine?  Had all my blood-letting work only occupied the time it took him to run from his trench to the lips of the crater?

Seeing his danger, I rushed along my company, shouting:  “Curse you!  Double the rapidity of that fire.  Do you want all the bombers killed?” till I reached our extreme left, where we had been in touch with Doe.  Jumping up again, I watched his movements.  I saw him running well in front of his bombers, who were now going forward, as if to a definite object.  “Good—­good—­good!  He’ll get there.”  The words were mine, but they sounded like someone else’s.  Then, almost before the event which provoked it, I heard my own low groan.

Doe stopped, and staggered slightly backwards.  His cap fell off, and the wind blew his hair about, as it used to do on the cricket-field at school.  He recovered an upright position; he smiled very clearly—­then folded up, and collapsed.

I saw his party retire rapidly, but in orderly fashion, under the command of their sergeant.  Beyond them B Company, whose right flank had been left hanging in the air by the withdrawal of the bombers, began to execute a similar movement.