When we get across and leave cover, you'd better spread out a little.

Keep down low, and don't shoot unless you have to.

Remember that.

Come on, now." Inside the first fringe of the tangled and heavy willows, the mud lay deep in a long, half-drained pool of water which stood in the middle of the willow-covered fiat.

Into this, silently as they could, they were obliged to plunge, wading across, sometimes waist deep.