Action Front eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 245 pages of information about Action Front.

Action Front eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 245 pages of information about Action Front.

“And remember,” said the O.C. sharply, “you will stand no nonsense over this work.  If you think any man is loafing or not doing his full share, make him a prisoner, or do anything else you think fit.  I’ll back you in it, whatever it is.”

Conroy murmured a “Very good, sir,” and left it at that.  When he returned to his company he made arrangements for the working party, implying subtly to Sergeant Clancy that the trench was to be started as the result of his, the sergeant’s, arguments.

Clancy went back to the men in high feather: 

“I suppose now,” he said complacently, “there’s some would be like to laugh if they were told that a blessed sergeant could be saying where and when he’d be having this trench or that trench dug or not dug; but there’s more ways of killing a cat than choking it with butter, and Ould Prickles can take a hint as good as the next man when it’s put to him right.”

“Prickles,” be it noted, being the fitting, if somewhat disrespectful, name which the O.C. carried in the Rifles.

“It’s yourself has the tongue on ye,” admitted Rifleman McRory admiringly, “though I’m wonnering how’ll you be schamin’ to get another trench dug from the listening-post out to the Gineral.”

“’Twill take some scheming,” agreed another rifleman, “but maybe we can get round the officer that’s in the listening-post to-night to let us drive a sap out.”

“It’s not him ye’ll be getting round,” said McRory, “for it’s the Little Lad himself that’s in it.  But sure the Little Lad will be that glad to see me offer to take a pick in my hand that I believe he’d be willing to let me dig up his own grandfather’s grave.”

“We’ll find some way when the time comes, never fear,” said Sergeant Clancy, and the men willingly agreed to leave the matter in his capable hands.

Immediately after dark, the Little Lad, otherwise Lieutenant Riley, led his party at a careful crawl and in wide-spaced single file out to the listening-post, while Brock and the Captain crawled out with a couple of men, a white tape, and a handful of pegs apiece to mark out the line of the new trenches converging from the outside ends of the curved main trench to the listening-post.

When they returned and reported their job complete, the working parties crawled cautiously out.  There were plenty of flares being thrown up from the German lines and a more or less erratic rifle fire was crackling up and down the trenches on both sides, the Tearaways taking care to keep their bullets clear of the working party, to fire no more than enough to allay any German suspicions of a job being in hand, and not to provoke any extra hostility.

The working party crept out one by one, carrying their rifles and their trenching tools, dropping flat and still in the long grass every time a light flared, rising and crawling rapidly forward in the intervals of darkness.  When at last they were strung out at distances of less than a man’s length, they stealthily commenced operations.  A line of filled sandbags was handed out from the main trench and passed along the chain of men until each had been provided with one.

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