No answer.

"Where are the others?"

". . . Gone . . . they're all gone . . ."

"Are they killed?"

". . . Gone."

"Are any of the others alive?"

"We got away . . . they're lost . . . dead, I think."

"Did you come straight back--it's a week since you were lost?"

"It's days and days and long nights . . . couldn't move; couldn't move
an inch, and poor old George dying under a rock . . . no cover; and
they shot at us if we moved . . . we waved the stretchers when we
found we'd got too far . . . too far we got . . . too far . . . much
too far; shot at us . . ."

"What about the sergeant?"

"We got cut off . . . cut off . . . we tried to crawl away at night by
rolling over and over down the hill, and creeping round bushes . . .
always creeping an' crawling . . . but it took us two days and two
nights to get away . . . crawling, creeping and crawling . . . an'
they kep' firing at us . . ."