And these two stuck together--we used to call them the Heavenly Twins.

And in the fighting round Hill 60, the miner got wounded, and lay out between the lines, with the Boche shells making hell round him.

And the other fellow never rested till he'd crawled out to him, and taken him water, and tied him up, and made a kind of shelter for him.

The miner was a big fellow, and the other was just a slip of a boy.

So he couldn't drag in his friend, but he got another man to go out with him, and between them they did it right enough.