"If there is something doing I wouldn't miss it for worlds!" I replied. "It's quite evident there is," he said, "or they wouldn't want you so urgently." "I've only got to get my supply of film stock," I said; "I'll manage it during the night somehow, and meet you at Charing Cross in the morning." No, I certainly was not going to miss a fight, for undoubtedly another offensive was about to take place. That night I managed to get sufficient film stock together. In the morning we proceeded to France. The following morning at General Headquarters I got the news. Reporting to Colonel ----, he told me of the coming attack. "Do you want to get it?" he said. [Illustration: THE FIRST "TANK" THAT WENT INTO ACTION, H.M.L.S. "DAPHNE." SEPT. 15, 1916] "Yes, sir, I do; and from the first line if possible. I want to improve on the Battle of the Somme film. What time does it come off?" "I don't know; but if you will call on--mentioning a captain at the Headquarters of one of the corps--he will be able to put you right on the section of the attack." With that information I left, and packing my apparatus left for Headquarters. The captain was there. "You are the 'movie' man, eh? Come in. Now tell me what you want." "Where is the attack taking place, and at what time?" I asked. "Look here," he said, unfolding a map, "this is our objective," pointing to a certain place. "We are going to get up to the yellow line, and I suggest that you go to ---- Brigade Headquarters. They are in a wood just below ---- Redoubt. I will ring up the General and tell him you are coming. He will give you all the information and assistance you require. They know the ground more intimately than we do back here. You are prepared to stay up there, of course?" "Of course," I said. "I always carry my blanket with me." "Well it comes off on the fifteenth, rather early in the morning. The General will give you zero hour." "Do you know the exact time?" I said. "Do you think it will be too early for me--so far as the light is concerned?" I added hurriedly, with a laugh. "Well no. I think you will just manage it," he said. Thanking him I hurried off to Brigade Headquarters. They were in an old German dug-out of huge dimensions. There were three distinct floors or rather corridors, one above the other. The galleries wound in and around the hill-side, and the bottom one must have been at the depth of eighty feet. Scottish troops were in the trenches, which were being held as support lines. I entered the dug-out, and around a long table was seated the General and his staff. "General ----, sir?" I enquired. "Yes," he said; "come in, will you? You are 'Movies,' aren't you? They have just rung me up. Have some lunch and tell me what you want." During lunch I explained my mission. "Well," he said, "I am glad you are giving us a show. There is no need to tell you what the Scottish battalion have accomplished."