to say.

"Our place is advancing," said he, "not retiring because of a few
spent bullets. There's men there dying for want of medical attention--
bleeding to death."

The next time we went forward that day was in Indian file, each
stretcher-squad following the one in front.

A parson came with us. I marched just behind the adjutant, and the
parson walked with me. He was a big man and a fair age. We went past
the well and the bivouacs. I could see he was very nervous.

"Do you think we are out of danger here?" he asked.

"I think so, sir" (we were three miles from the firing-line). A few
paces further on--

"I wonder how far the firing-line is?"

"Couldn't say, sir."

A yard or so, and then--

"D'you suppose the British are advancing?"

"I hope so." And after a minute or two--

"I wonder if there are any Turks near here . . .?"