By this time, having come down from my high position on the Sirt, I
could no longer see the bay; but I judged the direction as best I
could, and without waiting I tramped on.

I began to wonder how long I had been trudging about, and I put it at
about two hours.

"Halt!--who are you?" called a voice down below.

"Friend! stretcher-bearer!" I shouted.

"Come here--this way!" answered the voice.

I went down to a clump of bushes, and a man with a rifle slung over
his shoulder stepped forward, and we both glared at each other for a
second.

"Do yer know where the 45th Company is?"

"No idea," said I.

"Any water?"

"Not a drop left."

"We're trying to get back to the firing-line but we're all lost--
there's eight of us."

"I'm trying to get to the 32nd Field Ambulance--d'you know the way?"