Jim. 'I've
got him,' he shouts, hoppin' up to get a good look, when McCuaig grabs
him and jerks him down, swearin' somethin' awful, and tellin' him he
wasn't shootin' no mountain goats. 'Oh shaw!' says Jim. 'They can't get
me.' 'You keep your head down, Jim,' said McCuaig. That's the very last
words he said to him, just as he was leavin' him. He wasn't down the
next day when bang! goes Jim's rifle, and again up he jumps to see what
he'd got, when ping! goes a Boche bullet right through his head. You
know McCuaig was real mad, and he stood quiet at that hole for three
hours. Then he got Corporal Thom to shove up a hat on a rifle, when
ping! comes the bullet and bang! goes Jim's rifle. 'Guess he won't shoot
no more, unless there's shootin' in hell,' says he, and makes another
natch. Say, the boys all felt bad about Jim and so did the Pilot. Well,
we had to plant him that night, as we was goin' out next day. It was out
beyond the Loop. You don't know where that is, I guess."

"Of course, I do," asserted Mackay indignantly. "I've been all around
that front line. What are you givin' us!"

"Oh, you have, eh! Well, I wouldn't unless I had to, you bet. It's no
place for a man with a waist line like mine. Well, as I was sayin', that
cemetery was right out in the open, right under observation, and exposed
to machine guns, snipers, whizbangs, all the hull bloody lot of 'em.
Wasn't no place for a cemetery anyway, I say. I'm not after any bomb
proof job but a cemetery should be--"

"Should be a quiet and retired spot," suggested one of the transport
boys.

"Yes. What's the use of getting livin' men shot up when they're buryin'
dead men, I want to know. Not saying anything about the officers that's
always round, and the chaplain. I say a cemetery should be somewhere out
of sight, like Maple Copse; now, there's a good place, except that the
roots make it hard diggin'. Up against a railway bank like that down at
Zillebeck, by the Railway Dugouts, there's a lovely place."

"How would the Ramparts do, sergeant?" enquired another transport lad.

"Ramparts? You mean at Ypres? Yes," said the sergeant, with a grin, "but
I'd hate to turn out the Brigade Headquarters Staff."

"Go on, sergeant."

"Well, as I was sayin', that's no place for a cemetery up there beyond
the Loop, but I didn't know so much about it then, you bet. That's where
we had to bury Jim. It was a awful black night, and of course, just as
we got out to the trench to