Where were the others who were to help carry it over?
Killed?
Alone in the open area of No Man's Land, Tom Slade paused for an instant to think.

What should he do?
Suddenly there appeared out of a shell hole not twenty feet ahead of him a helmeted figure.

It rose up grimly, uncannily, like a dragon out of the sea, and levelled a rifle straight at him.

So that was the lair of the sharpshooter! Tom was not afraid.

He knew that he had been facing death and he was not afraid of what he had been facing.