shreds everywhere, he saw the men likewise picking themselves up and staring about dazedly. The ammunition chest had exploded also, but even the quarter-gunner had not been harmed. One lieutenant had had his hat-brim torn off; that was all.
"A thirteen-inch bomb, from the castle," the surgeon remarked. "Young man, we'd better get out of here, and stay where we belong."
"Send that boy out of fire," an officer barked. "Now, my hearties! Show those fellows we're still alive."
Cheering, the sailors jumped to their task.
His head ringing, Jerry stumbled back with the surgeon. And at the hospital he got a quick dismissal.
"You heard the orders, youngster. Follow your nose and keep going."
That was good advice, when such shells were landing and he could be of no use. So Jerry scuttled back down the trench, hoping to run upon Hannibal somewhere.
