He whispered as much to his companion and both moved carefully on.
The ground was riddled with shell-holes and was soaking wet, and very
soon the two were saturated and caked with sticky mud. Skirting the
holes and twisting about between them was confusing to any sense of
direction, but the two had been well picked for this special work and
held fairly straight on their way. No light had shown for a good many
minutes, and the Lieutenant fancied that the mist was thickening.
He halted and waited a minute, straining his eyes into the mist and
his ears to catch any sound. There was nothing apparently to see or
hear, and he rose to his knees and moved carefully forward again. As
he did so a flare leaped upward with a long hiss and a burst of light
glowed out. It faintly illumined the ground and the black shadows of
shell-holes about them, and—the Lieutenant with a jump at his heart
stilled and stiffened—not six feet away and straight in front, the
figure of a man in a long grey coat, his head craned forward and
resting on his arms crossed in front of him and twisted in an attitude
of listening. Studd, crawling at the Lieutenant’s heels, saw at the
same moment, as was told by his hand gripped and pressing a warning on
the Lieutenant’s leg. The light died out, and with infinite caution the
Lieutenant slid back level with Studd and, motioning him to follow,
lay flat and hitched himself a foot at a time towards the right to
circle round the recumbent German. The man had not been facing full
on to them, but lay stretched and looking toward their left, and by a
careful circling right the Lieutenant calculated he would clear and
creep behind him. A big shell-crater lay in their path, and after a
moment’s hesitation the Lieutenant slid very quietly down into it. Some
morsels of loose earth crumbled under him, rolled down and fell with
tiny splashings into the pool at the bottom. To the Lieutenant the
noise was most disconcertingly loud and alarming, and cursing himself
for a fool not to have thought of the water and the certainty of his
loosening earth to fall into it, he crouched motionless, listening for
any sound that would tell of the listening German’s alarm.
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