CHAPTER VII. BLIND MAN’S BUFF
The Sergeant stumbled round the corner of the traverse and told the four men there that the battalion was moving along the trench to the right, and to “get on and follow the next file.” They rose stiffly, aching in every joint, from their cramped positions, and plodded and stumbled round the corner and along the trench. They were all a good deal amazed to see the chaotic state to which it had been reduced by the shell fire, and not only could they understand plainly now why so many casualties had been borne past them, but found it difficult to understand why the number had not been greater.
“ By the state of this trench,” said Larry, “you’d have thought a battalion of mice could hardly have helped being blotted out.”
“ It licks me,” agreed Kentucky; “th
