Then he had to get in touch with the commanders on either side, and to send off a small party to improve what natural obstacles—­in this case wire fences—­lay in front.  He next went to arrange for the methods of effecting a retirement, if it should be necessary, breaking through one or two fences so that this could be effected in perfect order.  As some of the houses were still occupied, he went to the owners, and not knowing the French for pick and shovel, said:  “Monsieur, voulez vous me preter des choses pour faire des troux dans la terre?” illustrating it with pantomime.  “Ah, oui, Monsieur, des pioches!” As many of these as possible were sent forward to the men, together with many pounds of biscuits which he brought from a shop, and buckets of water for the wounded.

So busy had he been that he had almost been unable to interest himself in the battle which was already beginning to develop on the left.  While he was in the village a stretcher was carried through.  The body on it was covered with a mackintosh sheet, but the man’s face was visible, and if he had not been so busily occupied, the ashen face might have upset him a little.  It was absolutely calm, and its expression was contorted neither by pain nor hate nor fear—­the face of one who was indifferent, and very, very weak.

With that he returned to the trenches. “’Ere yer are, sir, I’ve started this ’un for yer,” one man shouted.  He threw off his equipment, and began to dig as he had never dug before.  Each spadeful was safety for another inch of his body.  It was fighting against time for protection of life and limb.  The work was engrossing, exhilarating.  Some of the men were too tired, too apathetic, too lazy to dig trenches as deep as they might have done.  They had to be urged, cajoled, enticed, ordered.

The day was beautiful, hotter a great deal than those the men were accustomed to.  The Senior Subaltern had been occupying a small hut as an advanced post.  The enemy came within his range in some force, but having the presence of mind to restrain his men from firing, he managed to withdraw without loss.  All the while the cavalry were being rapidly driven in.

This was about three o’clock, and the sound of a terrific bombardment could be heard from some miles to the left.  This puzzled them, as it was naturally expected that the battle would develop from the north-east.  The regiment on the right had been occupying a small copse; this was set alight to the rear of them, and they were forced to draw back through it, which must have been a terrible operation.

Fresh meat, in the form of a stew, was brought out to the trenches at about three o’clock.  The bombardment on the left, like a terrific thunderstorm, rolled on till dusk.  A few aeroplanes flew overhead, looking like huge birds in the blue sky.  As yet the troops found it very hard to distinguish the Germans from the English, although several pamphlets had been issued on the subject.