When he was relieved after daybreak, Riley told the joke and explained the position to the subaltern who took over from him, and that subaltern in turn looked with a merely unofficial eye on the work of the sapping party.  As the day and the work went on, it was quite obvious that a good many more men were working on the new trench than had been told off to it.

In the sap several fresh men were constantly awaiting their turn at the face with pick and shovel.  The diggers did no more than five minutes’ work, hacking and spading at top speed, yielding their tools to the next comer and retiring, panting and blowing and mopping their streaming brows.

A fairly constant fire was maintained by the artillery on both sides, the shells splashing and crashing on the open ground about the new trench and the German parapet.  There was little wind, and as a result the smoke of the shell-bursts hung heavily and trailed slowly over the open space between the trenches, veiling to some extent the sapping operations and the new trench.  On the latter a tendency was quickly displayed to slacken work and to treat the job as being sufficiently complete, but when it came to Lieutenant Riley’s turn to take charge of a fresh relief of workers on the new trench, he very quickly succeeded in brisking up operations.

Arrived at the listening-post, he found Sergeant Clancy and spoke a few words to him.

“Clancy,” he said gently, “the work along that new trench is going a great deal too slow.”

“’Tis hard work, sorr,” replied Clancy excusingly, “and you’ll be remembering the boys have been at it all night.”

“Quite so, Clancy,” said Riley smoothly, “and since it has to be dug a good six foot deep, I am just thinking the best thing to do will be to take this other party off the sap and turn ’em along to help on the trench.  I’m not denying, Clancy, that I’ve a notion what the sap is for, although I’m supposed to know nothing of it; but I don’t care if the sap is made, and I do care that the trench is.  Now do you think I had better stop them on the sap, or can the party in the trench put a bit more ginger into it?”

“I’ll just step along the trench again, sorr,” said Clancy anxiously, “and I don’t think you’ll be having need to grumble again.”

He stepped along the trench, and he left an extraordinary increase of energy behind him as he went.

“And what use might it be to make it any deeper?” grumbled McRory.  “Sure it’s deep enough for all we need it.”

“May be,” said Sergeant Clancy, with bitter sarcasm, “it’s yourself that’ll just be stepping up to the Colonel and saying friendly like to him:  ’Prickles, me lad, it’s deep enough we’ve dug to lave us get out to our German Gineral.  ‘Tisn’t for you we’re digging this trench,’ you’ll be saying, ‘’tis for our own pleasure entirely.’  You might just let me know what the Colonel says to that.”