"If that ain't pluck, call me a coal-shovelling stoker!" cried Bolton,
as the big fo'c'stle gun fired again before our Krupp had time to
reload, and the shell burst just below the crest.
We ducked our heads behind the sand-bags, and the fragments tore up the
ground.
"There's a Englishman a-running that show, sir; none o' your spotted
Dagos, I'll be bound."
He was just a little too talkative for me, so I went away, Sergeant Haig
smiling grimly as I left. "Haven't had much to do this side yet, sir."