Almost the next I knew we were halted in the shadow of the trees again, calling low to one another, friend's voice seeking friend's.

We could scarcely hear the voices for the thunder of artillery that had begun again; and whereas formerly the German gun-fire had been greatest, now we thought the British and French fire had the better of it.

They had been re-enforced, but I have no notion whence.
The infantry, that had drawn aside like a curtain to let us through, had closed in again to the edge of the forest, and through the noise of rifle-firing and artillery we caught presently the thunder of new regiments advancing at the double.

Thousands of our Indian infantry--those who had been in the trains behind us--were coming forward at a run! God knows that was a night--to make a man glad he has lived! It was not only the Germans who had not expected us.

Now, sahib, for the first time the British infantry began to understand who it was who had come to their aid, and they began to sing--one song, all together.