with his revolver.  “I’ve killed three of them,” he said, as he crawled back.  Presently a shell fell on him and shattered him.  But our bombers, like the Germans, crept out into craters behind the trench, and bombed the German bombers out of their shelter.  That opened the way along the trench, and they found the three machine-gunners, shot as the sergeant had said.  The Tasmanians went swiftly along the trench after that, and presently saw a row of good Australian heads in a sap well in front of them.  There went up a cheer.  Other German guardsmen, who had been lying in craters in front of the trench, and in a scrap of trench beyond, heard the cheering; seeing that there were Australians on both sides of them, they stumbled to their feet and threw up their hands.  They were marched off to the rear, and the Tasmanians joined up with the Queenslanders.

So the centre was joined to the right.  On the left it was uncertain whether it was joined or not.  There was a line of trench to be seen on that side running back towards the German lines.  It was merely a more regular line of mud amongst the irregular mud-heaps of the craters; but there were the heads of the men looking out from it—­so clearly it was a trench.  As the light grew they could make out men leaning on their arms and elbows, looking over the parapet.  Every available glass was turned on them, but it was too dark still to see if they were Australians.  Two scouts were sent forward, creeping from hole to hole.  Both were shot.  A machine-gun was turned at once on to the line of heads.  They started hopping back down their tumbled sap towards the German rear.  Clearly they were Germans.  The machine-gun made fast practice as the line of backs showed behind the parapet.

There were Germans, not Australians, in the trenches on the Tasmanians’ left—­in the same trench as they.  The flank there was in the air.  There was nothing to do except to barricade the trench and hold the flank as best they could.

And for the next two days they held it, shelled with every sort of gun and trench mortar, although fresh companies of the Prussian Guard Reserve constantly filed in to the gap which existed between this point and Mouquet Farm.  Their old leader, who had promised to reach that trench with them, was not there.  They found him lying dead within a few yards of it, straight in front of the machine-gun which they had silenced.  So Littler had kept his promise—­and lost his life.  They had a young officer and a few sergeants.  All through that day their numbers slowly dwindled.  They held the trench all the next night, and in the grey dawn of the second day a sentry, looking over the trench, saw the Germans a little way outside of it.  As he pointed them out he fell back shot through the head.  They told the Queenslanders, and the Queenslanders came out instantly and bombed from their side, in rear of the Germans.  The Queensland officer was shot dead, but the Germans were cleared out or killed.