Going to run the show himself." "Are you going ?" "Not as far as I know.

I was in the orchestra--front row--last week.

Got a touch of trench fever." "D'you mean the front line trenches ?" Tom asked.
"Yup.

Oh, look at Bricky!" he added suddenly.

"You carrying wire, Bricky?
There's a target for a sniper for you--hair as red as----" "Just stick around at the other end of it," interrupted "Bricky" as he passed, "and listen to what you hear." "Here come the tanks," said Tom's neighbor, "and there's the Jersey Snipe perched on the one over at the other end.