"
"Well, it was rather funny, you know," said Courtenay, grinning a
little himself.
"Mebbe, mebbe," said Rawbon. "But me--well, if you'll excuse it, I'll
keep that laugh in pickle till I feel more like usin' it."
"You wanted to come, you know," said Courtenay. "But I won't blame you
if you say you've had enough and head for home. As I told you before,
this 'joy-riding' game is rather silly. It's bad enough us taking risks
we have to, but----"
"Yes, you spoke that piece, Loo-tenant," said Rawbon, "but I want to
see all there is on show now I'm here. Only don't expect me to shriek
with hilarious mirth every time a shell busts six inches off my nose."
They had halted for a moment, and now another crackling string of light
shells burst along the trench.
"There's another bunch o' humor arriving," said Rawbon. "But I don't
feel yet like encoring the turn any;"
They moved on to a steady accompaniment of shell bursts and Courtenay
looked round uneasily.
"I don't half like this," he said. "They don't usually shell us so at
this time of day. Hope there's no attack coming."
"I agree with all you say, Loo-tenant, and then some. Especially about
not liking it."
"I'm beginning to think you'd be better off these premises," said
Courtenay. "I ought to be with my company if any trouble is coming off.
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