These were clearly ranging shots, and I wondered if the Russians had observation-posts on the heights to mark them.

If so, they might soon try a curtain, and we should be very near its edge.

It would be an odd irony if we were the target of friendly shells.
'By the Lord Harry,' I heard Sandy say, 'if we had a brace of machine-guns we could hold this place against a division.' 'What price shells ?' I asked.

'If they get a gun up they can blow us to atoms in ten minutes.' 'Please God the Russians keep them too busy for that,' was his answer.
With anxious eyes I watched our enemies on the road.

They seemed to have grown in numbers.