Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 152, January 17, 1917 by Various
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orderly.
"I want you to come and look at my telephone," he said hurriedly. "What is it? Is anything wrong?" I asked sympathetically. "I fear the worst. Something terrible may happen in five minutes," he replied darkly. I gripped his hand silently, and he returned the pressure with emotion. In silence we walked the two hundred yards which lay between my place and his observation post, and I watched while his orderly got busy with the telephone. "Is Number One gun ready?" demanded the Major. It appeared that Number One was itching to be at it. "Fire!" said the Major. "Fire!" said the orderly. A moment later there was a terrific explosion. "Number One fired, Sir," observed the orderly. "It is well you told us," I said sweetly, "otherwise I could never have believed it." But the Major heeded me not. He was staring over my shoulder. |
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