16/29 I'll fire this stuff, and I reckon they'll be picking up the bits of you and your regiment off the Gallipoli Peninsula.' He had put up a bluff--a poor one--and I had called it. He saw I meant what I said, and became silken. 'You have had a fair chance and rejected it. I wanted to lay him over my knee and spank him. He was the regular gunner-officer, not thinking about anything except his guns and shells. |