He went hell-for-leather over a piece of ground which was being watered with H.E., but by the mercy of heaven nothing hit him.

He took some fearsome tosses in shell-holes, but partly erect and partly on all fours he did the fifty yards and tumbled into a Turkish trench right on top of a dead man.
The contact with that body brought him to his senses.

That men could die at all seemed a comforting, homely thing after that unnatural pandemonium.

The next moment a crump took the parapet of the trench some yards to his left, and he was half buried in an avalanche.
He crawled out of that, pretty badly cut about the head.

He was quite cool now and thinking hard about his next step.