I had a quite definite consciousness of my enemy.

I had as a boy thought, you remember, of my uncle--and now, as I moved through the wood, I could hear the old man's chuckle just as he had chuckled in the old days, snapping his fingers together and twitching his nose...." They searched the wood until late in the afternoon, trampling through the wet, peering through thickets, listening for one another's voices, finding sometimes a trophy in the shape of an empty shrapnel case, an Austrian cap or dagger.

Then, quite suddenly, a sanitar noticed that the bursting of the shrapnel was much closer than it had been during the early afternoon.

It was now, indeed, very near and they could sometimes see the flash of fire between the trees.
"There's something strange about this, your Honour," said one of the sanitars nervously, and they all looked at Trenchard as though it were his fault that they were there.

Then close behind them, with a snap of rage, a shrapnel broke amongst the trees.