Only once in a while did father permit a single shot from the trench, and at that only by our best marksmen, such as Laban and Timothy Grant.

But a steady stream of lead poured into our position all the time.

There were no more disastrous ricochets, however; and our men in the trench, no longer firing, lay low and escaped damage.

Only four were wounded, and only one of them very badly.
Father came in from the trench during a lull in the firing.

He sat for a few minutes alongside mother and me without speaking.