"And in broad daylight, too?"

"I don't say that, Orry. All this is strictly between you and me.
Byers rather favors a daylight raid as affording a better chance to
regain our own lines, either after bombing or in case we fail. But
we're not going to fail . These dratted sausages have got to come down!"

"Are you sure they stay up at night?"

"Ever since we busted up that bluff you exposed, there they stay day
and night, half a dozen or more. And my own notion is that if we have a
new offensive here, which I think looks likely to a man up a tree,
those blamed sausages will give the Boches too much leeway in nosing
out ahead what we might be trying to do in getting ready."

"Well, what else? Will Captain Byers leave it to you? "

"I think he will . Having tried every other way and failed, he will let
us -- you and me in private but me in public, decide upon the way we'd
prefer. Both of us have been over the ground. We know how far we have
to go. I also know about what the Boches have got behind those
balloons. It was only a few miles from there that we -- you and me --
got that Taube and the German aviator. Believe me, unless things have
changed mightily, there isn't much there in the way of reinforcements
or more planes or anything."

"You've been back there since?"

"You bet! Finzer and I went over there the day before you left the
hospital. The Boches have no notion that our side is doing anything