We all ducked, and barring some small scratches no one was a penny the worse.

I remember that much of the debris fell on Hilda von Einem's grave.
I pulled Blenkiron over the far parapet, and called on the rest to follow, meaning to take cover on the rough side of the hill.

But as we showed ourselves shots rang out from our front, shots fired from a range of a few hundred yards.

It was easy to see what had happened.
Riflemen had been sent to hold us in rear.

They would not assault so long as we remained in the _castrol_, but they would block any attempt to find safety outside it.