I had several tumbles in the snow-covered mud, but there was nothing to be done except to struggle on and trust to good luck to get through.

When at last I reached (p.

172) the road I was devoutly thankful to be there and I made my way to the dugout of the signallers, where I was most kindly received and hospitably entertained, in spite of the fact that I kept dropping asleep in the midst of the conversation.

One of our signal officers, in the morning, had gone over with some men in the first wave of the attack.

He made directly for the German signallers' dugout and went down with his followers, and, finding about forty men there, told them they were his prisoners.