If Peter succeeded he might tell the tale, but most likely he was lying dead somewhere in the no-man's-land between the lines.

We should never be heard of again any more, but our work remained.

Sir Walter would know that, and he would tell our few belongings that we had gone out in our country's service.
We were in the _castrol_ again, sitting under the parapets.

The same thoughts must have been in Sandy's mind, for he suddenly laughed.
'It's a queer ending, Dick.

We simply vanish into the infinite.