He swung into the saddle, set his horse at the ditch, and with a leap and scramble was over and up the bank and crashing into the undergrowth, followed by his trumpeter and a man with the six-foot tube of a range-finder strapped to the saddle.

Before he was well off the road the captain shouted the order to walk march, and as the battery did so the subaltern who had been sent out to reconnoiter the road came back at a canter.

“We can just do it,” he reported; “it’s greasy going, and the road is narrow and rather twisty, but we can do it all right.”

The captain sent back word to section commanders, and the other two subalterns spurred forward and joined him.

“We go through the wood,” he explained, “and come into action on the other side.  The order is ‘open sights,’ so I expect we’ll be in an exposed position.  You know what that means.  There’s a gun to knock out, and if we can do it and get back quick before they get our range we may get off light.  If we can’t——­” and he broke off significantly.  “Get back and tell your Numbers One, and be ready for quick moving.”

Immediately they had fallen back the order was given to trot, and the battery commenced to bump and rumble rapidly over the rough road.  As they neared the cross-roads they were halted a moment, and then the guns and their attendant ammunition wagons only went on, turned into the wood, and recommenced to trot.

They jolted and swayed and slid over the rough, wet road, the gunners clinging fiercely to the handrails, the drivers picking a way as best they could over bowlders and between ruts.  They emerged on the far side of the wood, found themselves in an open field, turned sharply to the right, and kept on at a fast trot.  A line of infantry were entrenched amongst the trees on the edge of the wood, but their shouted remarks were drowned in the clatter and rattle and jingle of wheels and harness.  Out on their left the ground rose very gently, and far beyond a low crest could be seen clumps of trees, patches of fields, and a few scattered farm? houses.  At several points on this distant slope the White smoke-clouds of bursting shells were puffing and breaking, but so far there was no sign to be seen of any man or of any gun.  When they came to where the Major was waiting he rode out from the trees, blew sharply on a whistle, and made a rapid signal with hand and arm.  The guns and wagons had been moving along the edge of the wood in single file, but now at the shouted order each team swung abruptly to its left and commenced to move in a long line out from the wood towards the low crest, the whole movement being performed neatly and cleanly and still at a trot.  The Major rode to his place in the center of the line, and the battery, keeping its place close on his heels, steadily increased its pace almost to a canter.  The Major’s whistle screamed again, and at another signal and the shouted orders the battery dropped to a walk.