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 The Boy Allies
 On The Firing Line

 OR

 Twelve Days Battle Along the Marne

 By CLAIR W. HAYES

 AUTHOR OF
 "The Boy Allies at Liège"
 "The Boy Allies With the Cossacks"
 "The Boy Allies In the Trenches"

 A.L.BURT COMPANY
 NEW YORK




 Copyright, 1915
 BY A. L. BURT COMPANY

 THE BOY ALLIES ON THE FIRING LINE




 THE BOY ALLIES ON THE
 FIRING LINE.




CHAPTER I.

TERRIBLE ODDS.


"Feels pretty good to be back in harness, doesn't it, Hal?" asked
Chester, as, accompanied by a small body of men, they rode slowly
along.

"Great!" replied his friend enthusiastically. "And it looks as if we
were to see action soon."

"Yes, it does look that way."

The little body of British troopers, only forty-eight of them all
told, with Hal Paine and Chester Crawford as their guides, were
reconnoitering ten miles in advance of the main army along the river
Marne in the great war between Germany and the allied armies. For
several hours they had been riding slowly without encountering the
enemy, when, suddenly, as the little squad topped a small hill and the
two boys gained an unobstructed view of the little plain below, Hal
pulled up his horse with an exclamation.

Quickly he threw up his right hand and the little troop came to an
abrupt halt.

"Germans!" he said laconically.

"And thousands of 'em," said Chester. "They haven't seen us yet. What
is best to be done?"

The answer to this question came from the enemy. Several flashes of
fire broke out along the German front, and the boys involuntarily
ducked their heads as bullets sped whizzing past them.

"Well, they have seen us now," said Hal; then turning to the men: "To
the woods," pointing with his sword to a dense forest on his right.

Rapidly the little body of men disappeared among the trees.

"Up in the trees," ordered Hal, "and pick them off as they come!"

Swiftly the troopers leaped from their horses and climbed up among the
branches. Here all could easily command a view of the oncoming German
horde.

Rapidly the enemy advanced, firing volley after volley as they
approached; then, at a word from Hal, the British poured forth their
answer. And such an answer! Before the aim of these few British
troopers, accounted among the best marksmen in the world, the Teuton
cavalry went down in heaps.

There was a perceptible slackening in the speed of the approaching
horsemen. Then, as the English continued their work, firing with
machine-like precision and deadly accuracy, the Germans came to a
halt.

"What are they stopping for?" cried Chester. "There are enough of them
to overwhelm us!"

"I believe they fear a trap," replied Hal. "They are afraid we are
trying to ambush them with a larger force. We must keep up the
delusion if we expect to get away."

So saying, he ordered the men to the ground, and the little force
advanced to the extreme edge of the woods. So far not a man had been
even wounded, for the Germans, unable to see that their foe had
climbed into the trees, had aimed too low.

From the edge of the woods the British poured several volleys, and
then, as the enemy finally began an advance, they retreated slowly,
firing as they flitted from tree to tree.

Apparently, Hal had rightly guessed the cause of the enemy's
indecision. They advanced slowly and warily; and when they finally
gained the edge of the woods there was not a Briton in sight; but from
further in among the trees the leaden messengers of death still struck
the Germans, and man after man fell in his tracks.

Now the man nearest Chester threw up his arms and with a cry fell to
the ground. The lad made as if to go to his assistance, but Hal stayed
him with a word, and the little body of English continued their
retreat, firing as they went.

Suddenly the pursued emerged from the woods into the open. A distance
of half a mile lay between them and the next clump of trees. In this
half a mile there was nothing that would afford shelter; and the
Germans were approaching nearer every second.

Hal did not hesitate.

"We shall have to make a dash for it!" he cried. "One more volley,
men, and then run!"

One more death-dealing volley was delivered at close range, and then
the little troop of English turned and fled. But they had traversed
scarcely half the distance when the Germans reached the edge of the
woods, and poured a volley into them.

Hal groaned as men fell on all sides of him. But still those who were
left ran on. At length they reached the friendly shelter of the trees,
but half their number lay behind, either dead or dying.

Once more, screened from the enemy, Hal halted the men.

"We may as well fight it out here," he told them. "We will hold them
off if we can, and if not we must retreat slowly, keeping behind
whatever cover offers."

A faint cheer went up from the handful who were left, and they turned
determinedly to face their foes. They did not waste their fire. As the
Germans came again into view, the British rifles cracked. Their
marksmanship was superb, and rather than face this deadly fire the
enemy halted.

Then began a game of hide and seek, with death the penalty for all who
were seen. The firing was only at intervals now. Wherever a German arm
or leg showed itself, a British rifle sounded and a German was
accounted for.

For almost half an hour the game continued; and it was kept up until
darkness fell. Fearing that it was the intent of the British to lure
them into the hands of a strong force, the Germans did not attempt a
charge, but contented themselves with trying to pick off their foes as
they flitted from one tree to another.

But if the Germans had suffered, so had the English. Of the little
troop of fifty, there now remained, besides Hal and Chester, but ten
men. The two boys seemed to bear charmed lives, for neither had been
struck once. They had exposed themselves to all dangers as well as had
the troopers, but fortunately no German bullets had reached them.

And still the few English fought on. Now that darkness had fallen and
two more men had dropped, Hal ordered those who were left to make a
last dash for life. He sprang from behind the tree which had sheltered
him, and Chester and the few remaining troopers joined him. Then they
turned and sped as rapidly as the darkness would permit in the
direction of their own lines.

Now that the fire of the English had ceased entirely, the Germans
halted, puzzled. It was impossible for their officers to tell whether
the enemy had all been killed, or whether the silence heralded the
approach of a larger force. Their indecision undoubtedly saved the
lives of Hal and Chester and the eight troopers, for had the Germans
advanced they would have experienced little difficulty in killing or
capturing them.

Silently but swiftly the ten forms dashed through the woods, and when
at length they once more emerged into the open country they were
completely exhausted.

"Well, I guess we are safe, what is left of us, at any rate," said
Chester as they halted to take a much needed rest. "It's terrible to
think of those poor fellows we left behind."

"It is, indeed," replied Hal; "but I don't think they would complain.
The British soldier is not that kind."

"You are right," agreed Chester. "And each accounted for more than one
of his country's foes before he went down. Were you hit, Hal?"

"No. Were you?"

"No. But come, we had better be pushing on again."

With the loss of their comrades still preying upon their minds, the
little troop continued on its way; and while they are hurrying onward
we shall take time to introduce Hal and Chester more fully to those
who have not met them before, and to relate how it came about that
they were serving in such an important capacity with the British army
in France.




CHAPTER II.

TWO YOUNG LIEUTENANTS.


Sturdy American lads, young though they were, Hal Paine and Chester
Crawford had, when this story opens, already seen considerable
military service. Each had received his baptism of fire during the
heroic defense of the Belgian city of Liège, which had held out for
days against the overwhelming horde of Teutons.

In Berlin with Hal's mother when the war broke out, they had been
separated from her and left behind. With Captain Raoul Derevaux, a
gallant French officer, and Lieutenant Harry Anderson of the British
army, they finally succeeded in making their way, after many desperate
experiences and daring adventures, over the Belgian frontier, as told
in the first book of this series, entitled "The Boy Allies at Liège."
They had reached Liège in time to take an active part in the defense
of that city.

In escaping from Germany, each had done his full share of fighting and
each had been wounded. They had finally reached Brussels, where they
remained some time, while Hal's wound healed sufficiently to continue
his homeward journey. As the result of their heroic actions, the
Belgian commander at Liège had mentioned them so favorably in his
report to King Albert, that he had bestowed upon them commissions as
lieutenants in the Belgian army as a mark of distinction for their
bravery.

It was while waiting in Brussels that they again encountered
Lieutenant Anderson, from whom they had been separated, and it was
through his inducement that they now found themselves attached to the
staff of Field Marshal Sir John French, commander of the British
forces on the continent, engaged in scout duty.

At the time when this story opens they had been sent in advance of the
main army on a reconnaissance.

The German advance through Belgium into France, up to this time, had
been steady, although the Allies had contested every foot of the
ground. Day after day and night after night the hard pressed British
troops, to which Hal and Chester were attached, had borne the brunt of
the fighting. But for the heroism of these comparatively few English,
slightly more than one hundred thousand men, the Germans probably
would have marched to the very gates of Paris.

But the arrival of the British troops had been timely, and under the
gallant command of Sir John French, they had checked the overwhelming
numbers of Germans time after time. The bravery of these English
troops under a galling fire and against fearful odds is one of the
greatest military achievements of the world's history.

Slowly, but standing up to the enemy like the true sons of Great
Britain always have done, they were forced back. They stood for hours,
without sight of the enemy, men dropping on all sides under the
fearful fire of the great German guns miles away. While the French,
farther south, gave way more rapidly, these few English stood their
ground.

Time after time they came to hand grips with the enemy, and at the
point of the bayonet drove them back with terrible losses. These
bayonet charges were things of wonder to Hal and Chester, in spite of
the fact that they had been in the midst of similar actions before
Liège.

As the French and Belgians advanced in a wild whirlwind of fury, the
English went about the business of a charge more deliberately, though
with the same savage determination. They charged swiftly, but more
coolly; gallantly, but more seriously, and the effect of their charges
was terrible. The Germans who came on in the face of the fierce rifle
and artillery fire, could not face the British bayonets, and time
after time were driven back in disorder.

And as the British charged, always the words of their battle-song,
fated for some unfathomed reason to become historic, rose above the
sounds of battle:

     "It's a long way to Tipperary.
       It's a long way to go;
     It's a long way to Tipperary,
       To the sweetest girl I know.
     Good-by, Piccadilly,
       Farewell, Leicester square.
     It's a long, long way to Tipperary,
       But my heart's right there!"

Liège had fallen before the invading German hosts, though several
of the forts still held out; Louvain had been captured and its
beautiful buildings burned to the ground. Brussels had been invested
by the Teutons. In Alsace-Lorraine the French had been forced to
relinquish the spoils won in the first days of the war. General Pau,
after a stubborn resistance, had fallen back, and General Joffre,
commander-in-chief of the French army, also had been forced to retire.

So close to Paris were the Germans now that the seat of government,
the day before this story opens, had been removed to Bordeaux. Homes
and other buildings in the French capital were being razed, so that
the great French guns in the city could sweep the approach to the town
unobstructed. Paris, the most strongly fortified city in the world,
was being prepared to withstand a siege.

And still the Germans came on. Several of the enemy's war aviators
flew over Paris and dropped bombs in the streets. This occurred upon
several days, and then the French airmen put an end to these daring
sky fighters. After this, no more bombs were dropped on Paris.

But as the Allies fell back, it was always the few British troops that
time and again checked the Germans. The morale of the English was
excellent.

In a final desperate charge, a small body of British cavalry had
succeeded in driving back the German vanguard, while the main body of
English retired still further. Then this little body of men returned,
their number much smaller than when they had charged.

For some time now there had been no sign of the enemy, and Hal and
Chester, with a small squad, had been sent toward the enemy's line to
reconnoiter. It was while on this reconnaissance that they had been
attacked by the Germans in force.

Slowly the two lads and the eight men, all that was left of the fifty
who had gone forth, continued their retreat. They had gone forth on
horses; they were returning afoot. Their mounts were in the hands of
the enemy. From the rear, in the darkness, still came the sounds of
firing.

"Evidently they have not given up the pursuit," said Hal.

"No; and they are probably mounted. Let's turn off into this little
woods," replied Chester.

They did so, and followed by the remaining eight troopers continued on
their way.

As they came to the edge of the woods, Hal, who was slightly in
advance, stopped suddenly, and raised a warning hand. The little party
halted.

"What's the matter?" asked Chester in a whisper.

"Germans!" replied Hal briefly.

Chester approached closer and peered over his friend's shoulder. Less
than three hundred yards ahead he could dimly make out moving forms.

"Perhaps they are not Germans," said Chester hopefully. "How did they
manage to get behind us?"

"I don't know," replied Hal. "But I am sure they are Germans. Some
way, I can feel it."

"Well, what are we going to do?"

"We shall have to try and go round them without letting them hear us.
Otherwise we are likely to be killed or captured."

Making a wide detour, the little party continued on their way. For an
hour they walked along unmolested, and then, suddenly, from almost
directly before them, came a cry, in German:

"Halt!"




CHAPTER III.

WITH THE ARMY AGAIN.


In the dimness of the little woods in which they stood, the boys, at
first, could not see the man who had accosted them.

At a word from Hal the little party came to a halt.

"Who goes there?" came the question from the darkness.

"Friends!" replied Hal in German, which he spoke like a native.

"Advance!" came the reply, and the shadow of a German soldier, with
his rifle raised, ready to fire, suddenly appeared before them.

It was too dark for the German soldier to make out their uniforms
until the English were upon him. Then he started back with a cry.

"English!" he exclaimed in surprise.

His amazement, slight though it was, proved his undoing. For as he
staggered back Hal sprang forward, and the butt of his upraised rifle
fell with stunning force upon the German's head. The soldier dropped
to the ground with a slight moan.

"We'll have to get away from here quick!" exclaimed Chester. "Come
on, men, follow us!"

Silently the little party, bearing off slightly to the right, went
forward. Suddenly Chester stopped and clutched Hal by the arm.

"Great Scott!" he whispered. "Look! We are right in the middle of
them!"

It was true. Ahead of them, in a long line running in each direction,
the boys could see figures sprawled on the ground. It was a German
force sleeping. There was not the sign of a light, a tent, or a hut.
Here and there the boys could make out the dim form of a sentry
flitting about.

"We have certainly got into a mess," whispered Hal.

"We have that," replied Chester. "Shall we make another detour?"

Hal thought for a few moments.

"I believe the best way is to try and go right through them without
being seen," he replied at length. "There is no telling how far this
line stretches out, and if we didn't get around them by daylight it
would be all off with us."

"But the sentries?" asked Chester.

"Well, we shall have to dispose of anyone who sees us without being
heard. That's all there is about it."

"All right, then," said Chester. "We might as well move at once."

The plan was outlined to the men and they went forward. A moment and
they were in the midst of the sleeping Germans. It was plain now that
the line of sleepers stretched out for some distance, but that it was
not very deep. Three minutes undiscovered and they would be through
safely.

Silently they crept between the sleeping soldiers. There was a
certain amount of safety in the very boldness of the plan, for it was
unlikely, should a sentry see them moving about, he would take them
for English; and even if he did now, they would be able to make a dash
with some hope of success. The German soldiers, tired and completely
exhausted, slept heavily, and not one so much as moved in his sleep.

The little party was now at the last line of sleepers, and just as
Hal, believing they had accomplished their difficult task, drew a
breath of relief, a form suddenly appeared from the darkness before
them. It was a German sentry.

Before he could make an outcry Chester and Hal both leaped forward.
The former's hands grasped the German by the throat, stifling the
sound of his voice, and Hal quickly delivered two hard blows to the
man's face. The German fell limply into Chester's arms, and the boy
laid him quietly on the ground.

Then they moved forward again. The sounds of the scuffle had aroused
no one. But suddenly there was the sound of a fall behind. Turning
his head quickly, Hal perceived the cause of this commotion which
caused such a racket in the stillness of the night.

One of the English soldiers had tripped over the body of a sleeping
German and had fallen across him. He was up in a moment, but so was
the German, sleepily hurling imprecations at the disturber of his
slumber.

Before the German soldier was able to arouse himself, the Englishman
dealt him a heavy blow over the head with his rifle butt. But the
noise had brought another to the scene. There was the sharp crack of a
rifle, and the English soldier who had caused all the trouble pitched
to the ground. To the right Hal and Chester saw another sentry, a
smoking rifle in his hands.

At the sound of the shot the whole German camp sprang to life as if by
magic; and at the same instant Hal shouted:

"Run!"

At full speed the little party, only nine now, dashed forward. The
other man lay dead in the German camp. There was a hoarse German cry
of command, and a hail of bullets followed the fugitives into the
woods. No man fell, though two groaned, and one dropped his rifle. The
darkness made accurate shooting by the Germans impossible.

Not pausing to return the fire of the enemy, the fugitives stumbled on
through the woods. Another and another volley came from the pursuing
Germans, but they were firing at random now, and the fact that Hal and
Chester had led the way well to the right augured well for their
chance of safety.

But as the darkness made accurate shooting by the Germans impossible,
so it made speed by the fugitives impossible also. They stumbled along
as well as they could, now and then tripping over a fallen limb or
tumbling into a hole. Tired and almost exhausted, they at length
emerged into the open, and broke into a weary run.

"We have got to get under cover of some kind before they reach the
edge of the woods, or we are gone goslings," panted Hal.

Suddenly, in the darkness, they came upon another clump of trees, and
as they stumbled into their shelter another volley rang out. One man
groaned and stumbled. A comrade lent a supporting hand and dragged him
into the woods.

"We'll stop here a moment and pick off a few of 'em," said Hal grimly.

The Germans were now advancing across the open space. Lying upon the
ground, the nine opened fire. They aimed carefully and not a shot was
wasted, and so rapid was their fire that the Germans halted.

"They don't know how many of us there are," said Hal, "and they are
afraid to take a chance. One more volley, men, and then up and run for
it again."

A final volley was delivered with telling effect, and the English
sprang to their feet and darted through the woods. The Germans gave
them a parting shot, but there was no pursuit.

"That was pretty close," said Chester.

"It was, indeed," replied Hal, "and there is one more of our men gone.
Was anyone wounded?" he asked, turning to the others.

"Shot in the shoulder, sir," replied a man named Brown.

"They got me in the arm," said another.

"Anyone else?" questioned Hal.

There was no reply, and Hal asked:

"Are you two men able to go on without assistance?"

"Yes," was the reply.

"Good! Then come on."

All night long the little party continued on their march, and it was
not until the first gray streak of dawn showed them, in the distance,
the first British line that the boys felt entirely safe.

Their report made, they were returning, later in the day, to their
quarters to seek a much needed rest, when a well known voice
exclaimed:

"Well, boys, how are you?"

The lads turned quickly about; then each gave a cry of delight and
grabbed the man who had accosted them by the hand.

"Captain Derevaux!" they exclaimed in a single voice.

"No," replied the gallant Frenchman, with a smile. "Major Derevaux, if
you please!"




CHAPTER IV.

THE GERMAN RETREAT BEGUN.


Hal and Chester stood for some minutes grasping their friend by the
hand.

"Major, eh," ejaculated Hal. "I'm glad to hear that!"

"So am I," declared Chester. "I am sure no one deserved promotion more
than you."

"Thanks," laughed the major.

"Tell us," said Hal, "what are you doing here? I thought you were with
the Southern army."

"I am; but I carried dispatches to General French, and if I mistake
not, they are important ones. I believe that plans have been brought
to a head and that we shall take the offensive soon."

"Good!" cried Chester. "We have been retreating long enough."

"But," Hal protested, "we can hardly advance in the face of such odds;
we must have reinforcements."

"Well," said Major Derevaux, "strong reinforcements already are
arriving, and I believe that the advance will be general along our
whole line."

"That will mean severe fighting," said Chester.

"Indeed it will," replied the major. "It will mean fighting such as
the world has never heard of before. It will mean death for thousands
upon thousands. But the Germans must be pushed back."

"And the Kaiser will find that he is not to have things all his own
way," said Hal.

"Exactly," returned the major. "But I must leave you now, boys. I must
return to my own regiment at once. Good luck to you!"

"Good luck!" exclaimed the boys as the major turned on his heel and
strode rapidly away.

The two lads returned to their own quarters and gave themselves up to
rest. So completely were they worn out that it was dark when they
again opened their eyes; and they probably would not have done so then
had not the clear notes of a bugle awakened them.

Rushing into the open, the lads saw that on all sides the troops were
ready to move--whether forward or backward they could not tell as yet.
It was evident, however, that something was afoot.

Hal and Chester made their way to the side of General French and
joined the members of his staff. The gallant British commander was
sitting his horse quietly, his staff grouped about him. Occasionally
one went dashing away with some order, as the general gave a laconic
command.

The boys had hardly taken their places when General French said
quietly:

"Order a general advance!"

A moment later and the small though mighty host of Britain was in
motion, and a loud cheer rang out on the still night air as the troops
perceived that they were going forward--that the retreat had ended.

Swiftly and silently the army advanced. Ahead could be heard the
crack, crack of rifle fire, indicating that the outposts were engaged
with the enemy. Also, from the distance, could be heard the booming of
the great German guns, and as the English advanced still further men
began to fall before the deadly German artillery fire.

But the British did not falter; they plodded on as steadily as before.
Then, after two hours of rapid marching, came the sudden command to
halt. A moment later and a squadron of British cavalry came into view,
retreating before a large force of Germans.

Just in front of the infantry the cavalry halted, and turned their
faces toward the enemy. The advance of the British so far had not been
discovered; but as the pursuing Germans came into view, the command to
fire rang out.

There was a deafening crash as the British infantry hurled their
messengers of death into the compact ranks of the foe; and under this
deadly fire the British cavalry dashed forward. Before the Germans
could recover from their surprise the English horsemen were upon
them, striking, cutting, slashing.

It was deadly and terrible work and the English did not go unscathed.
But struggling thus, hand to hand, the Germans were no match for the
English. Now there came from behind the Germans a large force of
infantry on the run, and before these reinforcements the British
cavalry was forced to retire.

All this was happening right before the eyes of Hal and Chester, in
the very center of the British line. On the right and left the
engagement was of the same fierce kind, and the deafening crashes of
rifles and artillery on either side gave conclusive evidence that the
British were engaged with the enemy all along their entire front.

Still the German cavalry pursued the British cavalry in the center.
Then General French turned suddenly to Hal:

"Tell General Mayo to advance in force!" he commanded.

The general turned to Chester:

"Ask General Samson to bring his artillery into instant action!"

The two lads dashed away on their respective missions; and almost
immediately the results of these two commands were apparent.

As the German infantry advanced in the wake of their cavalry, the
British came to sudden life. Flame burst out from all along the
center and the Germans recoiled. Volley after volley was poured into
the wavering ranks of the enemy, and they turned to flee.

A supporting column was rushed hurriedly to their assistance, and as
they advanced the British artillery opened fire. Great holes were cut
in the advancing German line, but their advance was unchecked. From
their rear reinforcements were coming continually.

The fire of the British artillery and infantry was deadly. Men fell by
the hundreds, were mowed down like chaff before the wind by the
accuracy of the British fire. In the English ranks men also were
dropping on all sides, but the gaps were filled up immediately and the
British, singing and cheering, continued their advance.

The roar of battle could be heard for miles around, but the men
engaged in the conflict were unconscious of it. They had but one sense
left--that of sight--and their rifles continued to deal out death.

At length the German advance was checked, and then they began to fall
back.

There was a rousing cheer from the English, and the advance was more
rapid than before. The retreating Germans halted, turned to face the
English, made a last desperate stand, then fled in disorder.

But as the English broke into a run to pursue their advantage still
closer, they were met with a hail of bullets from a large force of the
enemy's infantry which at that moment advanced, in support of their
comrades, close enough to come into action.

The English reeled for a moment under this terrible fire, but they did
not waver. Support was hurried to them. It was time for prompt action.

General French took in the situation at a glance and gave a quick
command. A moment later the voices of the different officers rang out
along the British line:

"With the bayonet! Charge!"




CHAPTER V.

THE CHARGE.


For the smallest fraction of a second there was an awesome silence,
and then the British swept forward with a rush. Neither the bullets
from the thousands of rifles nor the steady fire from the great guns
of the German field batteries checked them.

The infantry covered the open space at a quick trot, and in almost
less time than it takes to tell, it was at hand grips with the enemy,
who stood braced to receive the shock of the charge.

The impact was terrific. The Germans stood gallantly to their work,
encouraged by the shouts of their officers, but they were no match for
the British troops in hand-to-hand fighting.

As the British closed upon them, the Germans poured in one fierce
volley; but they had no time for more. Down went Teutons and English
in struggling heaps, but the British poured over them and continued
their deadly work.

All along the line the Germans gave ground slowly, their enemies
pursuing them relentlessly and cutting them down as they retreated.
The engagement became a slaughter.

Now Hal and Chester found themselves in the midst of the battle, in
the fiercest of the fighting. Sent forward with orders, they found
themselves in the center of the sudden charge. Neither was minded to
turn back, but they managed to single each other out and soon were
fighting side by side. Blood streamed from a wound in Hal's cheek,
where a German bayonet had pricked him slightly. Chester was
unwounded.

Suddenly Hal found himself engaged with a German officer. With a swift
move he swept aside his opponent's blade and felled him to the earth.
At the same moment a tall German soldier, thinking to deprive the lad
of his weapon, brought his rifle down upon Hal's sword.

But the boy's grip was firm and the sword snapped off near the hilt.
Quickly Hal sprang forward, and before the German soldier could
recover himself, the lad cut him down with his broken sword. Then,
stooping, he picked up the sword which had fallen from the hands of
the German officer, and sprang to the aid of Chester, who was fiercely
engaged with two of the enemy, one an officer, the other a trooper.

One swift stroke of the boy's sword and the soldier was laid low. At
the same instant Chester's sword slipped through his opponent's guard
and the latter went to the ground, a deep wound in his side.

"Good work!" Chester found time to pant to Hal, and a second later
both lads were once more too busy for speech.

Now Chester found himself engaged with a foeman worthy of his steel.
The latter, a German lieutenant, was pressing the lad severely. At
sword play the lad was clearly no match for him. Nevertheless Chester
was giving a good account of himself.

Suddenly his sword was sent spinning from his hand, and as the weapon
came down the point struck a German soldier squarely in the face.
Chester's opponent sprang forward, his blade raised for a death
thrust. But even as he thrust Chester dodged and the sword passed
harmlessly over his head.

From his stooping position Chester seized the German officer by the
knees before he could recover his balance and aim another thrust at
him, and, with a quick heave, sent the officer spinning over his head.
The German hit the ground with a thud, and as he was about to pick
himself up an English trooper ended his fighting days with a thrust of
his bayonet.

Chester seized the officer's sword and sprang forward into the thick
of the conflict again. Side by side, Hal and Chester advanced with the
victorious British troops, striking, cutting and slashing their way
through the dense bodies of the enemy.

Suddenly Chester fell to the ground beneath the feet of the struggling
men. A descending rifle butt had struck him a glancing blow on the
head. Hal, engaged at that moment with another German officer, saw his
friend's plight, and jumped back.

With his sword he swept aside a German bayonet which at that instant
would have been buried in Chester's prostrate form, but as he did so a
heavy blow fell upon the lad's head and he was sent to his knees.
Above him, with poised bayonet, stood a German soldier.

Death stared him in the face and the boy realized it. It was
impossible for him to regain his feet in time to ward off the thrust.
Quickly he threw himself to one side, and as he did so the German
toppled on top of him, lifeless.

Hal scrambled to his feet and saw that the man who had thus saved his
life was none other than Lieutenant Harry Anderson.

"Just in time," said Hal briefly, and turned to where Chester was now
struggling to his feet; and as the battle raged fiercely about them,
unmindful of his own danger, he gave his entire attention to his
friend.

Chester, shaking his head several times, announced that he was not
seriously hurt, and with Lieutenant Anderson by their side they again
plunged into the conflict.

But now the German retreat became more rapid. The enemy was unable to
stand under the fierce charge of the British and they were giving way
on all sides. The British pursued the foe rapidly and hundreds upon
hundreds of the enemy were cut down in their flight.

Unable to keep back the English and retreat orderly, the Germans broke
and fled. The retreat had become a rout. For some distance the British
pursued them, and then a halt was called.

The losses of the British troops had been extremely heavy, but not so
great as that of the enemy, who had suffered tremendously.

Now a thunderous roar broke out. The British artillery, unable to be
used while the hand to hand fighting was in progress, was in action
again, shelling the fleeing Germans.

The dead strewed the battlefield, and as Hal, Chester and Lieutenant
Anderson made their way toward the rear, they were forced to climb
over the dead and wounded, many with shattered limbs and maimed for
life. But the Red Cross was at work, and the wounded were being cared
for with the greatest possible haste and gentleness.

"That was some fight, if you ask me," said Hal to Chester, as they
continued their way to the part of the field where they could see
General French and his staff, Lieutenant Anderson having left them to
rejoin his own men, from whom he had become separated.

"It was all of that," replied Chester, "and I can't imagine how we
escaped with our lives."

"Nor I. It doesn't seem possible that anyone in the midst of such
terrible carnage could live, to say nothing of being only slightly
wounded. By the way, are you hurt much, Hal?"

"No; just a scratch on the face and a bump on the head. And you?"

"I was luckier than that, although a German did crack me with his
rifle butt."

"Look at the dead and wounded lying about," said Hal. "It is a
terrible thing--this modern warfare."

"It is, indeed," returned Chester, and the two continued on their way
in silence.

General French noticed their approach. The British commander was
standing as he had stood through the last part of the battle, exposed
to the fire of the enemy, calmly smoking a cigarette!




CHAPTER VI.

THE BRIDGE IS HELD.


At a sign from General French Hal and Chester approached and saluted.

"Where have you been, sirs?" demanded the British commander.

Hal stepped forward and explained their absence.

"And you were in the midst of the charge?" questioned General French,
when the lad concluded.

"Yes, sir!"

"And are not even badly wounded?"

"No, sir!"

"Wonderful!" exclaimed the general. Then, after a few moments'
silence: "You seem to bear charmed lives. I believe you are the two
for my mission."

"Yes, sir!" exclaimed Hal eagerly.

"Both of you report to me in an hour," ordered General French.

The two lads saluted again and moved away.

"Wonder what he wants?" said Chester.

"Too deep for me," was Hal's reply.

"He said something about a mission. I guess that means more excitement
for us."

"I guess you are right. However, I am sure we can go through with it,
no matter what it may be."

"We can try, anyhow. That's the best anyone can do."

At the appointed time the two boys made their way to General French's
headquarters.

"I have an important piece of work that must be done, and which will
be attended with grave danger; are you willing to undertake it?" asked
the British commander, coming to the point without preliminaries.

"We shall do our best, sir," replied Hal.

"Good! The enemy has retreated beyond Meaux. To-morrow I shall try and
drive him farther. It is absolutely necessary that our movements be
not anticipated. As you see we have lost many officers. I want you to
lead one hundred men to a position just this side of the bridge. The
enemy must not be allowed to cross. One hundred men can hold the
bridge as well as ten thousand. The men to go with you have been
selected. They have volunteered for this duty. Captain Lee will show
you where to find them. Hold the bridge! That is all!"

The two lads saluted and took their departure. They found Captain Lee,
and with him were soon at the head of the little band of men who had
volunteered to hold the bridge at Meaux against the whole German army,
if necessary.

It was still dark, and it was a quiet little band that advanced
through the British lines to take up their positions at the extreme
front. A long range artillery duel was still in progress in spite of
the darkness, but little damage was being done by either side.

Having retreated beyond Meaux, the Germans had unlimbered their
artillery again and the British were replying. The little band of
English, with Hal and Chester in lead, advanced to the edge of the
bridge described by General French, and there took up their positions.

The bridge was very narrow, hardly wide enough for five men to walk
abreast. On the British end the approach curved, making it impossible
for one coming from the other direction to see what was at the other
end. It was indeed a strategic point for defense. The river was high
and thus precluded any attempt to ford it.

All night long the little band of men lay at the bridge, ready for
battle on a moment's notice. All night long the shells of both the
Germans and British flew screaming overhead; but none dropped near
them.

With the first faint glow of the approaching day the little band of
British were awake. At Hal's suggestion they cut down trees, and
dragged them to the end of the bridge, forming a barricade. Behind
this they lay down.

It was almost noon before the man stationed to watch the approach to
the bridge dropped quickly over the barricade and reported:

"They are coming!"

"All right," replied Hal. "We're ready for 'em!"

Under Hal's direction, a single line of rifles, twenty-five in all,
appeared through the cracks of the barricade. The others had been
divided into three bodies--each containing twenty-five men--each body
directly behind the others. These were instructed to fill up the gaps
made by the German fire. Thus, as each man in the front rank fell, his
place would immediately be filled by another, the second by the third,
the third by the fourth, so providing twenty-five men fell the front
line would be still intact, although the fourth line would have
disappeared.

Hal and Chester took their places just in the rear of the first line,
where they could see what was going on and direct the fighting.

"Do not fire until they come into sight around the turn," Capt. Lee
instructed his men. "Then mow them down, and make every shot count!"

Joking and humming to themselves, the men prepared for action. The
first line poked their rifles through the barricade and lay down
behind them. All was in readiness to repulse the attack.

Suddenly the first Germans appeared around the turn in the bridge,
marching five abreast.

"Fire!" cried the captain, and the British rifles broke into flame.

Five Germans tumbled to the bridge.

A sudden idea struck Hal.

"There's no use wasting five bullets on each German," he told his men.
"Let the five men on the left each pick out a man. The rest reserve
your fire unless one of our men go down, then the one nearest him take
his man, and so on!"

The second five Germans were too close behind their comrades, who had
just fallen, to arrest their steps in time to avoid the British fire.

Five shots rang out as they came into view, and again five Germans
fell. So far not a shot had been fired by the Germans. But now five
more came around the turn with a rush, followed by five more, and
still another five.

The first five dropped in a heap, but from the second five came a
burst of flame and the crack of rifles. Two men behind the barricade
dropped, one of whom was Capt. Lee. But the Germans paid dearly for
their rash attack.

In less time than it takes to tell it, ten more Germans had bitten the
dust. Then they drew off.

"Good work, men!" cried Chester. "We can hold them off indefinitely,"
he added to Hal.

"Looks like it," was Hal's reply. "But if they make a concerted rush
we shall have our hands full. How is Capt. Lee?"

"Very bad," answered one of the men. "I am afraid he's done for."

And now the Germans came on again. The first five met the same fate
that had overtaken their comrades, but behind them came more, and
still more.

As each German rounded the turn in the bridge his rifle cracked, and
continued to crack until he fell. Men inside the barricade also were
beginning to fall fast now, and the reserve lines were being drawn
upon more rapidly each minute.

Hal and Chester, crouching down, directed the defense. In spite of the
fearful havoc wrought by the British fire, the Germans came on. The
bridge was piled high with dead and wounded, but the enemy did not
hesitate.

Their officers urged them on without regard for life, and bravely went
to death with them. Rifles cracked in a steady roar and men on both
sides fell rapidly. But each Englishman, sheltered as he was behind
the barricade, accounted for at least several of the enemy before he
himself went to his death.

Now the defenders had dwindled to fifty, and still there was no
cessation of the German assault. The heaped up bodies of dead now
formed a barricade for the Germans, and they advanced and fell behind
them, using their dead companions as shields. Ten or fifteen rows deep
they stood behind their dead, and poured volley after volley into the
defenders.

The British reserved their fire as much as possible, but whenever a
German head showed above the barricade of bodies a rifle cracked and
almost every time a German fell.

All afternoon the fighting continued, the Germans, because of the
fierce fire of the remaining English and hampered by their own dead,
being unable to rush the defenders.

There were less than twenty-five of the British unwounded. Hal and
Chester had both been struck, Hal on the arm and Chester on the
shoulder. But neither was badly hurt.

"Hadn't we better retreat, sir?" asked one soldier of Hal, when there
was a let up in the firing.

"What chance would we have?" demanded Hal. "The minute we broke and
ran we would be shot down like dogs."

"Then we might surrender."

"Surrender! Never! We were ordered to hold the bridge and we will hold
it as long as we can."

The man subsided, and Hal turned his face toward the foe again. There
was a sudden silence. The Germans drew off.

"Wonder what that means?" demanded Hal of Chester. "They certainly are
not going to give up. I wonder what they are up to now?"

"I can't imagine," replied Chester. "But they have something up their
sleeves."

"Well, we'll soon see," said Hal.

But he was mistaken; for just as the first German again appeared
around the turn, to be struck down by a British bullet, there was a
sudden deafening roar from the rear, and turning suddenly Hal and
Chester and the few brave soldiers who were left raised a feeble
cheer.

Coming forward at a rapid trot were several squadrons of British
cavalry, and far behind could be seen columns upon columns of
infantry, advancing swiftly.

"Hurrah!" shouted Hal. "Saved! Hurrah!"

"Hurrah!" repeated Chester, and completely worn out, he tumbled over
in a heap.




CHAPTER VII.

HAL MAKES AN ENEMY.


Hal bent over his friend and shook him gently.

"Chester! Chester!" he exclaimed anxiously. "Are you wounded?"

There was no reply from the unconscious boy, and Hal became greatly
alarmed. He turned to the few troopers who remained.

"Here, lend a hand some of you," he commanded. "One of you fetch some
water!"

Two of the men bent over the unconscious lad and one raised his head
gently to his knee. A third dashed for the river, and a moment later
returned with his cap filled with water.

Hal sprinkled a few drops of water on his friend's face, and soon
noticed signs of returning consciousness. Finally Chester opened his
eyes and smiled feebly.

"Are you much hurt, old fellow?" asked Hal anxiously.

"No," came the feeble response. "I don't think so. A bullet just
grazed my side. I don't know how I came to topple over like that."

Quickly Hal unloosened his friend's coat, tore open his shirt and
examined his wound.

"It's only a scratch," he said, straightening up at last. "Here,"
pulling out his handkerchief, "I'll fix it up until we can have a
surgeon look at it. You will be able to walk in a few minutes."

"I'm able right now," said Chester, struggling to his feet.

Leaning heavily on Hal's arm, Chester turned his eyes toward the river
bank, which now was lined with British troops, who were firing
steadily at forms disappearing on the opposite side of the stream. The
approach of the English in force had caused the Germans to beat a
rapid retreat. From the opposite shore, however, still came puffs of
smoke, and bullets continued to fall among the English troops, and
here and there men fell to the ground.

"They arrived just in time, didn't they, Hal?" said Chester.

"You bet they did," was the reply. "But come, we will try to make our
way back to our station."

With Chester still leaning on his shoulder, Hal led the way, going
very slowly because of his burden. Making his friend comfortable under
an army wagon, Hal went at once to Gen. French to make his report.

"You have done well," was the general's only comment when Hal had
concluded his recital.

Hal saluted and left.

"Guess I'll go back and keep Chester company," he said to himself.

He was walking slowly along with bowed head, musing, when he came
suddenly into contact with another figure. The man with whom he had
collided mumbled an imprecation and violently pushed the lad away, at
the same time exclaiming:

"What do you mean by bumping into me like that? Can't you see where
you are going? I have a notion to teach you better manners."

Hal's face flushed, and he turned a steady gaze on the other, who
proved to be a French lieutenant.

"I wouldn't try it if I were you," the lad advised him.

"What!" exclaimed the Frenchman. "You dare to talk to me like that?"

"Of course I dare," was the lad's heated response.

The Frenchman took a quick step forward and slapped Hal smartly across
the face.

Hal promptly sent his right fist crashing into the other's face and
knocked him down.

The Frenchman rose slowly to his feet, and with blood streaming from
his nose, approached Hal.

"I am Lieutenant Dupree," he said. "My friend shall call on you this
evening."

"I am Hal Paine, attached to the staff of General French," Hal said
calmly, "and your friend may call any time he so desires."

The Frenchman bowed stiffly, and continued on his way. Hal returned to
Chester.

"Back so soon?" said Chester.

"Yes," was Hal's reply; "and back with more trouble."

"What's the matter?" demanded Chester in some consternation.

"Well, I am afraid I have a duel on my hands."

"A duel?"

"Yes; on my way here I accidentally bumped into some fiery French
lieutenant. He slapped me across the face and I knocked him down. He
then informed me his friend would call on me this evening. That sounds
like a duel to me."

"Yes," said Chester, "unless it can be patched up."

"I am afraid it can't. You know these Frenchmen. As far as I am
concerned, there is nothing to fight about, but I am afraid the
Frenchman feels he has a grievance. He'll probably demand a fight or
an apology."

"Well?"

"I have nothing to apologize for; therefore I am afraid it means a
duel."

"Not if I can prevent it," exclaimed Chester, jumping to his feet.

"But you can't," replied Hal grimly. "And you had better lie down
again. You are liable to strain your wound."

"Oh, I am not worrying about the wound," exclaimed Chester. "The
doctor said there was no danger. It's you I am worrying about. Why,
you are likely to be killed."

"Oh, I guess I can give a good account of myself," returned Hal. "I've
been pretty fortunate thus far. I don't figure I am going to fall
before any Frenchman's sword or pistol. I'll probably be saved for a
German bullet some of these days."

Chester became silent. He knew that an argument was useless. Besides,
he knew that in Hal's position his own actions would be the same.

It was shortly after 6 o'clock that evening when two French officers
made their way to the quarters to which the boys had been assigned.

"Choose swords," said Hal laconically, as Chester rose to greet the
callers.

"Mr. Paine," queried one of the Frenchmen politely.

"No," replied Chester; "but I shall act for him."

"Good," returned the Frenchman. "I am Lieutenant Mercer, and this,"
indicating his companion, "is Lieutenant Lamont."

"I am Chester Crawford," said the lad briefly.

"Then, to get down to business," said Lieutenant Mercer. "Mr. Paine
has insulted my friend, Lieutenant Dupree. My friend demands an
apology."

"There'll be no apology," said Chester shortly.

"Ah! In that case my friend, Lieutenant Dupree, demands satisfaction
from Mr. Paine."

"It seems to me he has had satisfaction," said Chester.

"Ah!" replied the Frenchman cheerfully. "You no doubt refer to the
blow passed by Mr. Paine? It is for that my friend demands
satisfaction."

"He had that coming to him," declared Chester.

"So you may believe. Lieutenant Dupree thinks otherwise. Now, as to
the arrangements----"

"Look here," said Chester, interrupting. "With the whole German army
lined up in front of us, it seems to me that our friend should be able
to find all the fighting he wants. This fighting among ourselves is
all nonsense."

"But my friend's honor----" began the Frenchman.

"Bosh!" declared Chester. "It wasn't your friend's honor that was
hurt. It was his face."

"Then am I to understand that your friend refuses to fight?"

"No!" shouted Chester. "He doesn't refuse to fight. He just doesn't
see the necessity of fighting. That's all. But if you insist, he will
give your friend all the satisfaction he wants."

"I must insist," replied Lieutenant Mercer.

"All right, then," said Chester. "I am not familiar with dueling
etiquette, but as the challenged party I believe the choice of
weapons lies with us."

The Frenchman bowed in assent.

"Then let it be swords!"

"Good! And the time and place?"

"I'll leave that to you."

"In the morning at half-past five--provided we are all alive--in the
little woods half a mile in the rear. Are these convenient for you?"

"Perfectly. We shall be there on time. Will you please bring weapons?"

"I shall be delighted," replied the Frenchman. "Until the morning,
then," and the two French officers bowed themselves out.

"Well, you are into it now," said Chester to Hal, after their visitors
had gone. "Looks to me as though you had a fair chance of seeing the
Happy Hunting Grounds before six o'clock to-morrow."

Before Hal could reply another visitor poked his head through the door
of the tent.

"Am I intruding?" he asked.

"Lieutenant Anderson!" exclaimed Chester. "Just the man I wanted to
see."

"What's the matter now?" demanded the lieutenant.

"Matter is that Hal's mixed up in a duel, to be pulled off in the
morning."

"What!" exclaimed Lieutenant Anderson in surprise.

"Fact," said Hal. "I bumped into some little whipper-snapper of a
French lieutenant a couple of hours ago. He slapped me and I knocked
him down. Now he demands satisfaction, and I am going to give it to
him in the morning, at half-past five."

The lieutenant sat down heavily.

"Well, you are the limit," he said. "You are always in a scrape of
some kind. I suppose it's up to me to prevent the duel."

"No chance," said Hal briefly.

"No," agreed Chester, "and it's up to you to make the third party on
our side. I suppose the other crowd will bring a surgeon."

"Do you know what will happen if you are found out?" demanded the
lieutenant.

"No," said Hal.

"Well, it probably will mean strict confinement, at least. The
regulations in regard to dueling are very stringent."

"I can't help that," said Hal. "I can't back out now."

"Well, if that's the way you feel about it," replied the lieutenant,
"I'll help you as best I can. I'll stay here to-night and go along to
see that you get fair play."




CHAPTER VIII.

THE DUEL.


It was hardly light when Chester, who had been unable to close his
eyes, aroused Lieutenant Anderson. The two finished dressing before
rousing Hal, thinking to give him all the rest possible before waking
him up. Finally Chester shook him by the shoulder.

"What's the matter," muttered Hal drowsily. "Time to get up already? I
just went to sleep. What's up? Oh, yes, I remember now. I'm to fight a
duel this morning. All right, I'll be ready in a jiffy."

"How did you sleep?" demanded Chester, as Hal was dressing.

"Fine. Never slept better in my life."

Lieutenant Anderson approached and laid his finger on Hal's pulse.

"You'll do," he said quietly.

"I haven't any nerves, if that is what you mean," said Hal with a
smile.

Lieutenant Anderson smiled back at him.

"I believe it," he replied. "But come, we had better be on our way."

Quietly the three left the tent. There was a penetrating chill in the
early morning air. It was light now, but the sun had not yet appeared
above the horizon. Dense clouds obscured the sky.

"Not a very cheerful morning to die," commented Hal lightly, as they
made their way quietly along.

"You are not afraid, are you?" asked Chester anxiously.

"What, after yesterday? Not a little bit."

"I don't believe you know what fear is," declared Lieutenant Anderson.

Lieutenant Dupree, his two friends and a surgeon were already on the
ground when Hal, Chester and Lieutenant Anderson arrived. All raised
their caps as they came together. The seconds drew apart to discuss
the details of the duel, Hal and Lieutenant Dupree in the meantime
discarding their coats and rolling up their sleeves.

The details completed, Hal and the French lieutenant were at last face
to face.

"On guard!" came the command, given by Lieutenant Anderson.

The swords flashed aloft.

A moment later and they were at it. For a few moments both combatants
were wary, each feeling the other out. A few passes and Hal realized
that he was no match for the more experienced Frenchman.

"I must be very careful," he told himself. "Perhaps I can wear him
down a bit, and slip over a light thrust. I certainly don't want to
kill him. And I don't want to be killed myself."

The French lieutenant was pressing him sorely now. His sword darted in
and out with dazzling rapidity, and Hal thanked his stars that he had
been fortunate enough to have had some schooling in the use of the
foil.

Hal contented himself with remaining on the defensive, and not an
attempt did he make to touch the Frenchman, although the latter left
several openings, only, Hal knew, to draw him on. The lieutenant at
last began to grow impatient, and with impatience came carelessness.

He had realized, as had Hal, with the first few passes, that the lad
was not an accomplished swordsman. And the fact now that he could not
penetrate the other's guard angered him.

Suddenly he aimed a fierce thrust at Hal, and the latter only escaped
being impaled on the other's sword by a quick leap aside. Before the
Frenchman could recover his balance, Hal stepped nimbly forward again,
his sword darted out, and the lieutenant dropped his weapon with a
muttered imprecation. Hal's point had pierced his arm just below the
shoulder.

The Frenchman's seconds immediately leaped forward, and Hal stepped
over to Chester and Lieutenant Anderson.

"I guess that ends it," he said. "I suppose his honor is appeased
now."

"Don't be too sure," replied Lieutenant Anderson. "He is likely to be
more furious than ever, and demand that the fight continue until one
of you fall. He must realize that you are no match for him, and he
counts on that to give him victory. However, I must say that you have
handled yourself well, and, if you keep your head, you may succeed in
dropping him."

The lieutenant's predictions proved correct. Lieutenant Dupree had had
his wound bandaged, and now demanded that the fight be resumed. Hal
was not the lad to protest, so the two were soon at swords' points
again.

But now both Hal and Lieutenant Dupree fought more warily. Hal could
read in his opponent's eyes that he had made up his mind to kill him.
Touched once because of his carelessness, Hal knew that the Frenchman
would be more wary.

In stepping back before a fierce thrust of his opponent's sword, Hal's
foot slipped. He threw up his arm, and for a moment was off his guard.
Before he could recover his balance, the Frenchman's sword flashed up
under his guard and pierced him through the left shoulder.

The lad staggered back, and the Frenchman, unheeding the accident and
the calls of Lieutenant Anderson and Chester, pressed his advantage.
With a grim smile he started a thrust that would have ended Hal's
days; but, with a sudden lurch, Hal staggered forward, threw up his
sword, and, with a terrific stroke, swept the sword from the
Frenchman's hand. Lieutenant Dupree was at his mercy.

The Frenchman stepped back and folded his arms, as Hal took a step
forward.

"Kill me," he said quietly.

"Run him through!" shouted Lieutenant Anderson. "He tried to kill you
unfairly."

Slowly Hal lowered his sword.

"No," he said, "I can't do it. Neither will I continue the fight." He
turned to his late opponent. "I hope your honor is satisfied," he
said.

The Frenchman turned, and, with bowed head, replaced his coat; then
with his two friends he walked away.

The surgeon hurried to Hal's side and peered at his wound.

"Not serious," he said, after an examination. "I'll have it fixed all
right in a moment."

The wound dressed, the surgeon offered Hal his hand.

"You are a gallant youngster," he said, "and I am proud to know you.
Many a man in your place would have killed his opponent. Your coolness
is a thing to be admired."

Hal shook hands with the surgeon, and the latter then took himself
off.

Lieutenant Anderson approached Hal and grasped him by both arms.

"You are all right," he said, emphasizing each word. "I was afraid it
was all up with you."

"And so was I," said Chester. "But, if you had fallen unfairly, I
would have killed him myself."

The three made their way back to the boys' quarters, where they sat
down and talked the duel over.

"The best thing you can do now," said Lieutenant Anderson to Hal
finally, "is to get a little rest. Both of you are wounded, and will
not have to report for duty. I shall tell General French that you will
be all right in a day or two."

"Tell him we shall be all right in an hour or two, that will be much
better," said Hal.

"Great Scott!" exclaimed the lieutenant. "Can't you even keep still
for a day?"

"Well," said Hal, "there is likely to be some real fighting to-day,
and we don't want to miss anything, do we Chester?"

"I should say not," was Chester's reply.




CHAPTER IX.

TO THE RESCUE.


"It looks rather awesome, doesn't it?" said Chester.

"It certainly does," was Hal's reply.

The object of the boys' conversation was a long armored train, which
stood on a siding. It was late in the afternoon, and the two lads,
after having taken a long rest, and being relieved from active duty by
the express command of General French, had strolled up to the
temporary siding, where the huge engine now stood puffing and
snorting.

It was the first time either of the two boys had ever seen this
rapidly moving vehicle of warfare. The open flat cars were protected
by thick sheets of steel, behind which were mounted many small guns
and rapid-firers.

These armored trains already had given good accounts of themselves in
other parts of the long line of battle, particularly in Belgium, in
the earlier days of the struggle, and were things of terror to the
German troops.

The train beside which the two lads now stood was ready for instant
action. The gunners were at their posts, ready to go forward at a
moment's notice. The engineer and firemen stood beside the huge
engine.

In the distance the sound of firing could be heard, and occasionally a
shell burst close to where the boys were standing. But they had been
through their baptism of fire, and paid little heed to these
messengers of death.

"They say that these trains have proven immense factors in sudden
raids on the enemy," said Chester.

"Yes," agreed Hal, "and it is easy to see that among light armed
troops they could do great execution. It would even take very heavy
artillery fire to make an impression on those steel sides.
Besides----"

He broke off with a sudden exclamation.

"Look out," he cried, and leaped back, pulling Chester forcibly along.

A second later and there was a terrific explosion. A German shell had
burst within a few feet of where the two lads had been standing.

A crowd of troopers, who had been idling about a few yards from the
train, disappeared with the deafening report, and when the smoke had
cleared away they were nowhere to be seen. They had been blown to
atoms.

The boys rushed forward, but, even as they did so, they halted at the
sound of a sudden cry, and, turning their faces up the track, they
beheld a mounted officer galloping swiftly toward them. An officer
dropped off one of the cars of the train, which, fortunately, had not
been touched by the explosion, and hurried to meet the newcomer.

"Who is in charge of this train?" demanded the horseman, throwing
himself from his mount without waiting for the animal to come to a
stop.

"I am," was the officer's brief response.

"You are ordered to proceed forward at once under full speed," was the
command. "The Tenth Royal Dragoons are hemmed in by at least 10,000
Germans two miles ahead, and unless you arrive in time they will all
be slaughtered."

The officer in command of the train looked hurriedly about.

"Hicks!" he called loudly. "Hicks!"

There was no reply, and the officer shouted again. Then Hal stepped
forward.

"If Hicks was your engineer," he said, "there is no use calling him.
He is dead."

"Dead?" exclaimed the officer.

"Yes; that shell struck right beside him. The fireman also was
killed."

"Great Scott!" exclaimed the officer. "Then what am I to do? Hicks was
the only engineer with us right now. The others have gone to their
quarters, and by the time I could get them here it would be too late."

"Well," said Hal quietly, "if you want a volunteer, I am willing to
tackle it for you."

"You?"

"Yes; I have made some slight study of a locomotive, and, while I have
never run one any great distance, I have ridden many miles in the cab
of an engine in lumber camps in the United States."

"And I can fire the engine," Chester broke in.

"Well," said the officer, "something has to be done at once; and, if
you are willing to take a chance, so am I. Get aboard."

He turned and rushed hurriedly back to his car, while Hal and Chester
leaped aboard the locomotive. In response to a signal, Hal released
the brakes, gently opened the throttle, and the great engine began to
forge slowly ahead.

Gradually the lad opened the throttle wider, and the huge locomotive
commenced to gain momentum, until at last it was rushing along like
some mad thing. Chester, in the meantime, was busy with a shovel.

A moment, it seemed to the two lads, and the sound of firing rose
above the roar of the locomotive, and the spat spat of bullets against
the armored sides could be heard. But Hal did not falter. Rather, the
engine seemed to leap ahead with even greater speed.

From the rear came the signal to slow down, and, under Hal's firm
hand, the terrific speed of the train was checked. Then also from the
rear there came the sound of firing. The rapid-firers on the train had
been unloosed, and their leaden messengers were spelling death in the
ranks of the Germans, of whom the train was now in the middle.

Chester poked his head out the window of the cab, only to withdraw it
quickly, as a bullet struck a quarter of an inch from his ear. But in
that one brief glance he had taken in the situation.

A short distance ahead he could make out a small knot of British,
almost surrounded by Germans. The British had taken their stand
directly on the railroad track, the most strategic point for miles. A
clump of small trees screened them from the enemy on one side, but
from the other three directions the Germans were pouring in their
deadly fire.

The British troops stood gallantly to their work, and returned volley
for volley. They fought on doggedly. Suddenly the armored train shot
up the line which the British were holding, and Hal brought it to an
abrupt stop.

Right and left the train poured in broadsides of machine-gun fire,
mowing down the Germans at every yard. The Germans fell in heaps, and,
as if by a miracle, both sides of the track were suddenly lined with
high piles of the dead.

The little troop of British received this unexpected aid with a great
cheer, broke from cover and dashed in pursuit of the great mass of
Germans, who now were fleeing on all sides.

But the success of the British was destined to be short-lived. Hal and
Chester, in the cab of the locomotive, had just raised a loud cheer
when there was a terrific explosion, followed by a thundering crash,
and both lads were hurled violently to the floor of the cab.

Chester, with blood flowing from a gash in his forehead, was the first
to pick himself up. In falling his head had come in contact with a
sharp projection of some kind. He was terribly dizzy, but his head was
still clear.

He stooped over Hal, and at that moment the latter raised himself on
his elbow and then got to his feet unsteadily.

"Great Scott! What was that?" he gasped.

Chester did not reply. Instead he swung out from the cab and glanced
back over the train--or rather where the train had been. And what a
sight met his gaze!

The train of armored cars was gone. Alongside the track lay pieces of
wreckage, and many bodies and pieces of what had once been machine
guns.

Hal peered over Chester's shoulder.

"Another shell," he said slowly. "But how does it happen we were not
killed also?"

"I don't know," said Chester, "but I judge the shell must have struck
in the middle of the train. Look, there is nothing left but the
engine."

It was true. In some unaccountable manner the engine had escaped scot
free. At that moment Hal, who had glanced out from the other side of
the cab, made a startling discovery.

"Wow!" he shouted. "Here come the Germans again--thousands of 'em. We
are goners, now, sure."

But, before Chester could reply, Hal jumped forward. With one hand he
released the brakes and threw the throttle wide--and the huge
locomotive leaped suddenly forward.

"It's our only chance," Hal shouted to Chester. "The track behind is
covered with wreckage, and it is impossible to go that way."

That the Germans understood their ruse was soon apparent. There was a
shout from the oncoming horde, and the sharp crack of rifles and
bullets began to spatter against the side of the engine.

"Well, we'll give 'em a chase, anyhow," said Hal grimly.

He opened the throttle even wider.




CHAPTER X.

A WILD RIDE.


The engine rocked crazily as it dashed along, and the boys hung on to
whatever offered for dear life. Around curve after curve they shot
with a lurch, the locomotive threatening at every turn to leave the
rails.

"Where is the end of this road?" asked Chester of Hal, raising his
voice to a shout to make himself heard above the roar of the speeding
locomotive.

"I don't know," Hal shouted back.

"Then you had better slow down. The tracks in front may be torn up and
we would certainly be killed."

"You are right," shouted Hal.

Quickly he closed the throttle and applied the brakes. The huge mogul
trembled violently and shook all over, but its speed was soon
slackened.

Looking behind, the two lads saw that they had left their pursuers far
in the rear, and both breathed more freely.

"How far are we going on this thing, anyhow?" Chester demanded.
"Don't you think we had better get off and walk back?"

"What! and leave the engine in the hands of the enemy? Not much.
Besides, I am certain the British must control this road at the other
end or it would have been destroyed by this time. We'll just keep on
going and see what happens."

"Well, something will happen, all right," said Chester. "I can feel it
in my bones. However, you are the doctor. Forward it is, then."

The locomotive was going more slowly now, Hal always keeping a keen
eye ahead. For perhaps five minutes they rode along without incident;
then suddenly Hal, without even a word to Chester, "opened her up"
again.

Once more the huge locomotive jumped forward.

"What's the matter now?" cried Chester, springing to Hal's side.

"Matter!" shouted Hal. "Look ahead."

Chester peered out, and drew his head back with an exclamation.

"More Germans, eh!" he muttered, and then shouted. "You do the driving
and I'll keep her hot."

"Good!" Hal called back, never taking his eyes from the road ahead.

Apparently the Germans were unconscious of the approach of the
locomotive, for they did not even glance in its direction. Troopers
stood beside either side of the track, and several groups were
standing between the rails.

Closer and closer the engine approached, and still they did not move.
A moment later and the great steel monster was upon them. There was a
sudden shout, but it was too late--for some, at any rate.

The great locomotive caught them as they attempted to jump from the
track, and hurled them in all directions. Hal and Chester ducked low
inside the cab, and it was well that they did so; for, as the engine
shot past, hundreds of bullets sped through the cab, and hundreds more
flattened themselves against the steel-protected sides. It was close
work, and no mistake.

"Whew!" breathed Chester, after they had safely run the gauntlet of
the German fire and Hal had once more reduced the speed of the
locomotive. "That was close."

"Too close for comfort," Hal agreed.

"I wonder how many we killed back there," said Chester.

"I don't know, but I am sure it was enough. It seemed to be their
lives or ours."

"It's only a few more gone to the Happy Hunting Ground in a mistaken
cause," said Chester slowly. "But, as you say, it was either they or
us. There was nothing else we could do."

"No," said Hal, "there wasn't; but, just the same, it gave me a cold
chill as they went flying through the air. It was terrible."

Both lads were silent for a time, as the locomotive continued on its
way. It was getting dusk now, and Hal was forced to reduce the speed
of the engine even more. They went slowly along, both lads keeping a
wary eye ahead for Germans.

Darkness came on, and still they rode along. Their speed was little
better than a walk, and it was well that Hal had decided to
discontinue his reckless driving.

From ahead, a sudden red glare went up to the sky, followed almost
instantly by a report like that of a thousand cannons. The locomotive
came to a stop with a jolt as Hal applied the brakes.

"What's up now?" demanded Chester.

"I don't know; but that explosion sounded to me as if there were
something wrong ahead. I wouldn't be surprised if the Germans had
dynamited the bridge."

"By George! I believe you are right," exclaimed Chester. "I wouldn't
have thought of it, and if I had been in your place at the throttle
the chances are we would have gone over if such is the case."

"Well," said Hal, "I'll climb down, take a walk ahead and
investigate."

"I'll go with you," declared Chester.

"No, you won't. You stay here and watch the engine."

"You are right, as usual," said Chester. "But don't be any longer than
you can help."

Hal agreed, and a moment later Chester lost sight of him in the
darkness.

Slowly and cautiously Hal made his way along the track. As he moved
stealthily around a curve in the road the cause of the explosion
became apparent. It was even as he had feared. His quick wit had
detected the meaning of the explosion and none too soon.

Just ahead, where a short time before had been a bridge spanning a
deep chasm, there was now nothing but space. The bridge had been blown
up. Had Hal applied the brakes to the engine one minute later, in
spite of the fact that it was traveling very slowly, both boys
probably would have been carried over the embankment to certain death;
for it is doubtful that either, in the darkness, would have noticed
the absence of the bridge in time to leap to safety.

And now Hal could make out a number of rapidly moving figures. To his
dismay, he saw that they were moving in his direction. He turned
quickly and ran back to the locomotive, where Chester was anxiously
awaiting his return.

"Out here, quick!" he cried, and Chester, in response to his command,
leaped to the ground.

Hal once more jumped aboard the locomotive, unheeding Chester's cry of
wonder, released the brakes, and threw the throttle wide open. Then he
dropped sprawling to the ground, while the engine dashed madly down
the track.

Hal was not badly hurt and was quickly on his feet.

"What's the matter?" asked Chester in alarm.

"Matter is that the Germans are coming this way," answered Hal. "Come,
let's get away from here while we have a chance. We may be able to
escape in the darkness."

"But why did you start that engine down the track like that?"

"Well, I couldn't see that it was any use to us any longer, and it may
dispose of a few more Germans. They are walking up the track in
force."

This appealed to Chester.

"Good!" he cried, and both stopped in their tracks to listen.

A second and there came to their ears a sudden startled shout,
followed by a fearful yell, a moment of silence, and then a crash.

"Good-by engine," said Hal. "That's a good job done. You perished
nobly. Now," to Chester, "let's get away from this spot as fast as we
can."

They turned their faces in the direction from which they had come, and
set out at a brisk pace. They plodded along for an hour through the
open country, finally coming to a dense woods.

"Guess we had better try and lose ourselves in here," said Chester.

"Right you are," agreed Hal.

They entered the friendly shelter of the trees. Here they were forced
to travel more slowly. They made good progress, however, and at the
end of another hour had covered considerable distance.

"I guess we are safe enough as long as we can stay in the woods," said
Chester.

"Don't be too sure," declared Hal. "It's the unexpected that always
happens."

The words were hardly out of his mouth when the truth of them was
proved. As they emerged from where the trees were thickest into a
little clearing a sudden, guttural command brought them to an abrupt
stop.

"Halt!" came a voice. "Halt, or I fire!"




CHAPTER XI.

CAPTURED.


Caught thus unexpectedly Hal immediately threw his hands above his
head; Chester followed his example. It was plain to both lads that
there was not a chance in a thousand to escape, for the German soldier
had his rifle pointed squarely at them.

Of course there was a possibility that by a sudden spring one of the
lads might have succeeded in knocking the man down; but this probably
would have meant the death of the other. Hal and Chester both realized
that it was no time to take such a chance.

"We surrender," called Hal in German, and immediately the soldier
lowered his weapon and approached them.

He passed his hands around their waists and then felt in the pockets
of their coats and relieved them of their weapons. Then he ordered:

"Right about; forward, march!"

The lads obeyed this command, and the German stalked after them,
keeping his rifle in readiness for a quick shot should his prisoners
attempt to escape.

But the lads had no thought of taking to their heels, for they were
fully aware that a bullet would stop one of them at least should they
make even one false move.

They continued their walk, and presently came in view of what appeared
to be a large German camp. Here their captor marched them directly to
the tent of the commanding officer.

"What are you doing within our lines?" was the latter's first question
after the soldier had related how he had made his capture.

"Well," said Hal, "we were accidentally carried through your lines by
a locomotive which we happened to be running when the rest of the
train was blown up. We couldn't get back, so we went ahead. We finally
lost the engine, so we were making our way back to our own lines."

"Lost the engine? What do you mean?" asked the officer.

"Why," Chester broke in, "we sent it over a precipice that it might
not fall into the hands of the Germans."

"You did, eh?" said the German officer. "Well, I shall attend to your
case in the morning. Orderly! See that these prisoners are carefully
guarded, and have them brought to me the first thing in the morning.
Perhaps they may be induced to give me the information I require."

"You won't get any information out of us," said Chester angrily.

"Won't I?" replied the officer, with a sneer. "We shall see. Take them
away."

The two lads were led to a small field tent and thrust inside, with a
guard on the outside.

"Well, here we are again," said Chester, with a faint smile. "What do
you suppose will be done with us if we refuse to divulge what the
general wants to know?"

"I'm sure I don't know," was Hal's reply, "but I am afraid we are
in for it this time. I have never taken much stock in the tales I
have heard of the barbarous treatment of the Germans toward their
prisoners, but one look at the general's face was enough to convince
me that he would stop at nothing to gain his end."

"The same thought struck me, too," agreed Chester. "But, one thing is
certain, he'll get no information out of me."

"Nor out of me, either," declared Hal.

Chester rose and started to walk around the tent. In the darkness he
stumbled over something and fell to the ground. Arising he reached in
his pocket and produced a match. A tiny flame lighted up the dark
interior of the tent, and the lad stepped back with an ejaculation.

"Bicycles," he muttered.

"What?" demanded Hal.

"Bicycles. I wonder why they are here?"

"Probably dumped in here by a couple of men who have returned from a
scouting expedition," said Hal.

"By George!" exclaimed Chester suddenly.

"What is it now?" demanded Hal.

Chester did not reply immediately. He appeared to be thinking deeply.

"Have you a knife?" he asked at length.

Hal produced one, and, taking it from his friend's hand, Chester
stepped to the back of the tent. Quickly he opened the blade, and made
a neat incision in the canvas, finally cutting out a little square.
Then he put his eye to the hole and peered out.

There was no one in sight. The guard could be heard pacing to and fro
in front of the tent, but apparently there was no guard at the rear.

Chester left his peep-hole and returned to Hal's side.

"If we can get two of these bicycles out here," he whispered, "we may
be able to get away by a quick dash. Are you willing to take a
chance?"

"Sure," agreed Hal. "Anything is better than sitting here and waiting
for I know not what. But do you think we can make it?"

"Well, we can at least try. There doesn't seem to be a guard in the
rear. I am going to cut a big slit in the back. Then we'll slip the
bicycles through it, mount and make a dash."

"Good!" said Hal.

Quietly Chester slit the canvas in the rear of the tent, making a hole
large enough for a man to step through. Quietly the boys each selected
a bicycle and pushed it cautiously through the opening.

Once on the outside they drew a breath of relief.

"We'll have to depend on our luck now," whispered Chester. "Come on!"

The lads leaped into the saddles, and a moment later were speeding
through the heart of the German camp.

In the very boldness of their scheme lay a certain degree of safety,
for the sentinels on guard certainly did not look for two youths of
the allied armies to be riding through their midst.

They were not even challenged as they sped through the camp, turning
this way and that, and they had passed beyond the last row of tents
before a hubbub from the rear told them that their flight had been
discovered.

"We must be careful," cried Hal, as he rode his wheel close beside
Chester. "There is still the outpost to pass."

But they did not diminish their speed. Rather, if anything, they
pedaled faster; and then the outpost came into sight--a long line of
men, almost in front of them. Some were pacing to and fro, while
others sat upon the ground.

The riders were upon them before they knew it, and two flying bicycles
sped between the German troopers. A cry of "halt!" went unheeded, and
the Germans, quickly bringing their rifles to their shoulders, sent a
volley after the lads.

But neither was hit. In the darkness the Germans were unable to aim
carefully. The boys heard the hum of bullets around them, but they did
not falter. There was no second volley, for the lads had disappeared
in the darkness, and the Germans were not minded to spend their
ammunition foolishly.

The first streak of dawn appeared in the sky, and still the boys rode
on swiftly. But at length Hal slowed down and Chester followed suit.

"I'm tired out," said Hal, as he jumped from his bicycle.

"And so am I," replied Chester, as he, too, jumped to the ground to
stretch his legs.

Suddenly from the distance in which they had come came a faint
"chug-chug."

Chester pricked up his ears.

"What's that?" he demanded anxiously.

For a brief moment Hal paused to listen. The sound became louder. Hal
sprang toward his bicycle.

"Come on!" he cried, and leaped into the saddle. "Motorcycles! We are
pursued!"

Chester was hardly a second behind him, and the two lads were again
riding madly along the road. Fortunately there were many curves in the
highway, and this fact prevented their pursuers from sighting them
from any great distance.

Hal suddenly brought his bicycle to an abrupt stop and jumped to the
ground. Although not knowing what plan Hal had in his mind, Chester
immediately did likewise.

The spot where they had alighted was in the midst of a clump of trees,
and quickly the lads drew their bicycles in among them, hiding them
from sight of the road. Then Hal turned, and, with Chester close
behind him, dashed back in the direction from which they had come,
taking care to keep well within the shelter of the trees.

And now Chester made out the object of his friend's wild dash. It was
a farmhouse, setting well back from the road. Chester had not detected
it as they sped by, but Hal's keen eyes had singled it out as a
possible refuge.

"We'll have to take a chance of the occupants being friendly," Hal
told his friend, as they ran toward the house. "If they will allow us
to hide here until night, we may be able to get back to our lines
safely."

The boys ran around the house, and Hal rapped sharply upon the rear
door. A moment later and a kindly-faced woman appeared in the doorway.
She started back at the appearance of the two lads.

"Are the English coming?" she demanded, after a quick glance at the
lads' uniforms, and then she clasped her hands and exclaimed: "At
last! At last!"

"No, madam," Hal undeceived her, "the English are not coming--yet. We
are trying to make our way back to our lines, but a German motorcycle
squad is after us. We have come here to see if you will hide us until
nightfall."

The woman was silent for one moment. Then she stepped aside and
motioned them into the house.

"Come," she said quietly. "The Germans will not learn you are here
through me."

The lads stepped inside the door, and not a moment too soon. For at
that very instant a band of a dozen Germans flashed by on the road,
their motorcycles kicking up a cloud of dust.




CHAPTER XII.

A TRAITOR APPEARS.


Hal turned to Chester.

"When they fail to find us," he said, "they'll come back, inquiring
all along as they return. They are sure to ask for us here." He turned
to the woman. "Have you a place where we can hide?"

"Yes," she replied, "there is a secret trap-door to the attic. You may
go up there and no one will be the wiser."

"Then we had better get up there at once," said Chester, "for there is
no telling how soon they may return."

A few moments later and they were safe in a little room at the very
top of the house. After showing them to their retreat, the good woman
departed, saying that she would return in a few minutes with water and
food.

"You'll need it," she said, when Hal protested against putting her to
so much trouble. "And, besides, I should be a poor Frenchwoman could I
not aid the friends of my own country."

She was back in a few moments, and the lads ate hungrily of the food
she brought them, for it had been long hours since food or water had
passed their lips.

After their benefactress had departed, Hal said to Chester:

"This is bound to be a tedious day. I guess we had better try and put
it in sleeping. Besides, we'll need all the rest we can get for our
journey to-night."

"Just what I was thinking," said Chester, "and I'm ready to go to
sleep right this instant."

He stretched himself out on the floor and in a few moments was fast
asleep. A short time later and Hal also lay in the arms of Morpheus.

How long the lads had slept, they did not know, but they were awakened
by the sound of voices directly below them.

"No, I have seen nothing of them," came the voice of the woman who had
given them refuge.

"But we have searched every place else," came another voice, speaking
in French, but with a heavy German accent. "They must be here. We
found the bicycles a short distance from this house, and have scoured
the woods. They must be here."

"I say they are not," came the woman's voice, raised in anger.

"Well, I must search the house, at any rate," said the German, "and,
if I find that you have been aiding the enemies of Germany, it will
go hard with you. Stand aside, please."

"I tell you there is no one here," cried the woman.

"Stand aside!" came the German's voice again, and there was the sound
of a struggle, followed by the voice of the German: "Search the house,
men."

Then came the sounds of heavy feet tramping through the house. Hal and
Chester were both wide awake now and lay silent, listening. For an
hour the heavy footsteps continued to ring through the house, and
there was the sound of slamming doors and moving furniture.

And finally came the voice of the woman again: "I told you there was
no one here."

But apparently the German officer in command was not yet satisfied.

"Have you searched the attic?" he demanded of his men; "and the
cellar?"

"There is no one in the cellar," came a voice in reply, "and there is
no attic."

"I'll have a look for myself," came the reply, and heavy footsteps
ascended the stairs into the room directly beneath Hal and Chester.
There came to the lads' ears the sounds of heavy blows against the
floor on which they lay. Evidently the German officer was making sure
that there was not an opening in the ceiling of the room below. But
after a while he desisted. The boys heard him descend the stairs, and
a few moments later the sound of his voice:

"There is no one up there."

Both lads drew a breath of relief. A moment more and a slamming door
gave evidence that the Germans had departed.

"I was afraid he would locate the trap-door," said Hal to Chester,
after they had gone.

"Same here," replied Chester. "But I wasn't going to let them take me
without a fight. Only one man could get up here at a time, and we
could certainly dispose of him."

"Yes, but they could starve us out, or set fire to the house or
something, which would be worse than being captured. Besides, we
couldn't let the woman who has aided us come to harm."

"No, that's so, too," agreed Chester. "I hadn't thought of that."

Further conversation was interrupted by a sound of some one at the
trap-door. Chester and Hal both jumped to their feet, and stood ready
above the opening in the floor to seize the intruder should it prove
to be an enemy.

But when the trap-door came away the head of their benefactress
appeared through the opening.

"You can come down now, if you want to," she said. "The Germans have
been here and gone. I am sure they will not return."

Chester turned to Hal.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Shall we go down, or had we better
stay up here?"

Hal considered for a moment.

"I guess we might as well go down," he replied at length. "I don't
believe there is any likelihood of their coming back. Besides, it's
too cramped and stuffy up here for comfort."

Accordingly both boys descended from their refuge, and a few moments
later were sitting in the living room with their hostess.

"We can never thank you enough for what you have done for us," Chester
told her, after she had related her experiences with the Germans.

"No, indeed; we can never thank you enough," agreed Hal. "Had it not
been for your kindness we should have been in the hands of the Germans
right now, and there is no telling what they might have done to us."

The good woman waved aside their thanks.

"Pooh! pooh!" she said. "And why shouldn't I help you? Surely no
thanks are necessary because I did my duty."

"But women----" Hal began, when she interrupted him.

"I have a son of my own in the war," she said, her voice growing very
low and tears dimming her eyes.

"And I hope," said Hal gently, "should he ever be in a situation
similar to ours, that another good woman may be the means of saving
his life, and that some day he may return to you."

"Just so he does his duty I shall be satisfied," said the woman, who
now introduced herself as Mrs. Madeline Dersi. "He has been a very
wild boy, but I am sure that his heart is true and that he will fight
to the last for his country, as did his father before him."

"And I am sure of it, too," said Chester. "When we return to our lines
we shall make it our business to hunt him up."

And at that moment there was a hasty step outside, the door to the
room in which they were sitting was flung open, and a young man, in
civilian garb, burst in.

Mrs. Dersi was across the room in a moment, her arms wrapped about the
newcomer. Tears streamed down her face, as she repeatedly kissed the
young man, who seemed to take no great interest in the procedure.

Finally Mrs. Dersi turned to Hal and Chester.

"My son," she said proudly, "of whom I was just talking to you."

Now the newcomer freed himself from her embrace and stepped forward.

"Who are these?" he demanded, pointing to the two lads.

Mrs. Dersi explained.

"And we were just talking of you," she added; then stopped and
surveyed her son critically. "Why are you not in uniform?" she
demanded.

"Why, I--I--I----" stuttered young Dersi, "I am on a scout, and it was
thought best for me not to go in uniform." He turned suddenly to Hal:
"Are you expecting any of your men here?" he demanded.

"Why, no," replied Hal. "We are going to try and make our way back to
our lines to-night."

Young Dersi appeared to breathe easier, and this fact was not lost
upon either Hal or Chester.

"Well," he said, after a pause, "I haven't time to stay here. I just
dropped in a moment to see you, mother. You say the Germans went
north? How long have they been gone?"

"About an hour," said Chester.

"Good. Then it will be safe for me to continue on my way."

He bowed to the two lads, kissed his mother, and a moment later had
left the house, his mother accompanying him to the door.

"There is something queer about him," said Chester to Hal, as Mrs.
Dersi and her son left the room. "He's not telling the truth."

"I know it," said Hal. "I don't like to say it, but it is my belief
he is fleeing from the French lines to give information to the
Germans."

"You mean you think he is a traitor?"

"I told you I didn't like to say anything," replied Hal, "but I am
afraid you have hit the nail on the head."

"In that event he is likely to tell of our presence here," cried
Chester.

"I'm sure he'll tell," said Hal quietly.

"Then what shall we do?"

"We shall leave at once--or, as soon as Mrs. Dersi returns. That is
the best return we can make for her kindness to us. It would break her
heart to know that her son is a traitor to his country."

"It would, indeed," was Chester's reply; but further talk was
prevented by the return of Mrs. Dersi.

"And is not my son a fine, brave man?" she asked, with justifiable
pride.

"He is," said Hal and Chester both, hoping that they were telling the
truth.

"Mrs. Dersi," said Hal, "we have decided that it probably will be
better for us if we take our departure at once. I am sure there are no
Germans near right now, and the sooner we get started the sooner we
shall reach our own lines."

"But would it not be safer to wait until dark?" questioned the woman
anxiously.

"I am afraid not," replied Hal, with a meaning glance at Chester. "We
think we had better take our departure at once."

Mrs. Dersi offered further objections, but at length, seeing that
they were all in vain, she bade the two lads a sorrowful farewell,
enjoining them to be sure and look her son up and to return to see her
should the opportunity offer. This they gladly promised, and, leaving
the friendly shelter of the good Frenchwoman's home, continued on
their weary journey toward the British lines.




CHAPTER XIII.

A FIGHT IN THE DARK.


Each boy put his best foot foremost, and they traveled at top speed.
They wanted to put as much distance as possible between themselves and
the house where they had so lately found shelter, for there was little
doubt in the mind of either that young Dersi was a traitor, and that
he would soon put their erstwhile captors on their track again.

Nor were they wrong; and, had they but known what they learned later,
they would have sought shelter almost anywhere rather than continue
their journey afoot. Even now the same band of German motorcyclists
who had given chase the night before were again in pursuit. But now,
instead of an even dozen, there were thirteen. For Young Dersi himself
was with them.

Just out of sight of Dersi's home the Germans halted, and the young
man himself approached the house. His mother greeted him effusively
and inquired the cause of his sudden return.

"Well, mother," he said, "I have accomplished my mission. I have
learned the strength of the German army, and am now returning to my
own regiment. But what of the two lads who were here? Have they gone?
If not, we can all continue our journey together."

"They departed several hours ago," his mother informed him.

"Then perhaps I can overtake them," said the young man. "In which
direction did they go?"

The good woman pointed out the road taken by Hal and Chester, never
thinking for an instant that her son meant to harm them. A moment
later young Dersi left the house; and soon the Germans were once more
upon the trail of the two lads.

Hal and Chester hurried along as fast as their legs could carry them.
It was now nearing dusk, and with each forward step they knew that
they were that much closer to a place of safety. Darkness fell and
still the two lads plodded onward.

At length, coming upon a small brook beside the road, they stopped to
quench their thirst. Hal had risen to his feet and was waiting for
Chester when from the rear once more came the faint "chug-chug" of a
motorcycle, or motorcycles, the boys were unable to tell which.

Chester sprang to his feet.

"Here they come again," he cried. "We were right. It is the traitor
Dersi who has put them on our trail. Hustle!"

Side by side the two lads sprinted for a clump of trees almost
directly ahead. They reached their friendly shelter just before the
glare of a searchlight down the road gave evidence of the approach of
their pursuers.

Once among the trees the boys dropped to the ground and became
absolutely silent. A moment later and the band of Germans flashed by
at terrific speed.

The boys arose to their feet and continued on their way, keeping in
among the trees.

"We must be very careful," Hal warned Chester. "When they fail to
overtake us they are sure to return. When we hear them coming we'll
climb up a tree, or hunt a hole, or something. But we might as well go
ahead as far as we can."

"That seems the best way to me," Chester agreed.

They continued their journey for perhaps an hour without hearing a
sound of the Germans, and then, suddenly, they were made aware of the
presence of the enemy.

Chester's cap seemed suddenly to jump from his head. Both lads heard
the hum of a bullet and the crack of a rifle. Immediately they both
dropped to the ground.

They had not detected from which direction the bullet had come, and
for that reason were at a great disadvantage. Crouched close to the
ground they waited, ears strained for a sound by which they could
locate the man who had fired.

But a sound came not. Nothing but silence. Crouched close to the
ground as they were, the silence soon became stifling. Hal endured the
suspense as long as he could, and then whispered to Chester:

"We can't stay here. I'll wriggle my way to that tree," pointing, "and
you creep behind that one," pointing again, this time to a tree
perhaps a hundred yards distant from the first.

"All right," Chester whispered back.

Hal had hardly taken his position behind the tree he had selected for
his own cover when a second sharp crack of a rifle broke the stillness
of the night, and there was a flash of fire hardly fifty feet from
him.

In the darkness Hal made out the form of a man, his gun pointed toward
Chester, who at that moment succeeded in wriggling behind a tree.

"The dog!" said Hal angrily to himself. "I'll fix him."

Both lads were without weapons, their arms having been confiscated
when they were captured by the Germans.

On hands and knees Hal made a short detour and approached his enemy
from behind. Now he was hardly ten feet from the man, who loomed up
like a giant in the darkness. Hal rose suddenly to his feet, and, as
he did so, he stepped on the fallen limb of a tree.

The deathly silence was shattered by this sound, and Hal's enemy
turned suddenly to confront this unexpected assailant. But, before he
could bring his rifle to bear, Hal was upon him.

The man did succeed in raising his rifle above his head, and he now
attempted to bring it down on the lad's head. But Hal was too quick
for him. Stepping in close, he struck his opponent a stinging blow in
the face, and at the same time seized the rifle barrel with his other
hand.

As the man staggered back, Hal wrenched fiercely on the rifle, and the
weapon came away in his hand. But the man was not badly hurt by the
force of Hal's blow, and he suddenly dropped his hand to his belt. A
moment later and the naked blade of a knife gleamed in the night.

Hal saw his enemy's move and sprang back. But the man was after him in
an instant, his knife raised to strike. They were too close together
for Hal to bring the rifle to bear upon his enemy, and, realizing that
he probably was no match for his opponent, the lad suddenly turned and
ran.

But it was not Hal's intention to run very far from his enemy. He was
not that kind of a boy. His idea was to get far enough ahead of the
man so that he might turn and shoot him. But as he ran he felt a gust
of air pass his ear, and he heard the sound of something whizzing by
him.

The German, realizing the boy's purpose, and also that he could not
overtake him, had hurled his knife. Hal also realized this the moment
the knife sped by him, and stopped suddenly in his tracks.

In spite of the fact that his assailant had attempted to murder
him, Hal could not find it in his heart to kill him in cold blood.
Therefore, even as he turned, he raised the rifle high above his
head, and, holding it tightly by the barrel, rushed upon his enemy.

In vain the man threw up his hands to ward off the blow. The force
behind it was too great. Hal, wheeling half around as he swung,
brought the heavy butt of the rifle against the side of the German's
head with a crack. The man dropped limp at the boy's feet.

Hal lowered his rifle, and stood for a moment over his fallen enemy,
wiping his brow. Then he stooped over and relieved him of his other
weapons, two automatic Colts. These he slipped in his pocket, and once
more turned his face toward the spot where Chester lay, unaware of the
terrible fight that had just occurred.

Hal whistled softly--the whistle of the old days in America--and,
listening, heard Chester whistle softly in return.

Believing now that everything was safe, Hal left his fallen enemy
behind, and started toward the spot where Chester was rising to his
feet.

Hardly had he traversed half the distance, when there was another
shot, and Hal saw Chester, who was advancing to meet him, topple to
the ground.

Hal turned in the direction of the flash of the rifle, and, scarcely
taking time to aim with his newly-acquired automatic, fired. His
effort was rewarded with a howl of pain, but, as the lad started to
run to where his fallen friend lay, there was another shot, and Hal
felt a bullet whiz by his head.

Quickly he dropped to the ground, thinking that his unseen antagonist
would believe him dead. He held his revolver ready, prepared to fire
at the first sight of his enemy.

But the latter was not to be caught thus easily. Evidently he had
heard of such subterfuges before. Hal waited patiently for some
moments, and then, as there was no sign of his unseen enemy, he
crawled slowly toward the spot where Chester had fallen.

What was his surprise to find that Chester was not there. For a moment
Hal was stupefied, but his amazement was brought to an end by a low
whistle, and, looking to the right, Hal beheld his friend behind a
large tree.

A moment later Hal was beside his friend.

"Are you hurt much?" he demanded anxiously.

"Not even touched," was the reply. "I dropped to the ground when the
bullet whizzed by. I was afraid he would hit me next time."

Hal seized Chester's hand and squeezed it warmly.

"I was afraid it was all up with you," he said. "I----"

The sudden flash of a rifle interrupted him, and another bullet flew
past.




CHAPTER XIV.

THE DEATH OF A TRAITOR.


"Great Scott!" Hal ejaculated. "We've got to get out of here some way.
We can't stand here and be shot down."

"Wait," said Chester, as Hal started to move away, and pulled the
latter to the ground, where he had dropped himself.

"What is it?" demanded Hal.

"Let me look at that gun you have a moment."

Without a word Hal passed it over. Chester examined it as carefully as
possible in the dark.

"I don't believe there is more than one man in these woods," he
finally said. "Now, you stay here, and I shall try and work round
behind him."

Without waiting for a reply Chester started crawling away, not
directly toward the spot where the last flash of fire had come from,
but bearing off well toward the right.

Hal started to protest, but, before he could utter half a dozen words,
Chester had disappeared in the darkness. Hal lay in silence for some
time. Finally, putting his cap upon a stick, he poked it cautiously
out from behind the tree, where it was silhouetted against the
opening between the trees.

A shot followed, and the cap leaped into the air.

"Good thing it wasn't my head," said Hal ruefully. "But if I can keep
that fellow's attention centered on me, Chester may be able to nab
him."

Once more he raised his cap on a stick and moved it about. Again there
was a sound of a shot. But, even as the bullet sped by, there was a
second report, and Hal heard his friend's voice raised in almost a
shout:

"I got him."

Quickly Hal sprang to his feet and dashed in the direction of his
friend's voice.

When Chester had left Hal he crawled slowly, and, making a wide
detour, came upon his unseen enemy from behind. The second time the
man had fired at Hal's hat, Chester was almost upon him.

Thinking that the man was shooting at his friend, being unconscious of
the ruse Hal was employing, Chester immediately turned his own weapon
loose upon the man, whom he could now plainly see. But, after firing,
the enemy had shifted his position slightly at the very moment that
Chester fired. Therefore, he escaped what otherwise would assuredly
have been a death wound--for Chester was a crack shot--and received
the ball in his pistol hand.

His weapon dropped to the ground, and he sent up a loud howl of pain.

Before he could seize the weapon in his other hand, Chester was upon
him, and Hal was hastening to the aid of his friend, for, wounded
though he was, the man put up a hard fight.

Chester forced him to the ground, but the man heaved him away with a
mighty kick. Chester fell sprawling on the ground, and his opponent
turned to grope for his revolver.

But, before he could pick it up, Hal was upon the scene. He took in
the situation at a glance, and sprang upon Chester's assailant.

Hal's first leap bore his opponent to the ground, where the boy
twisted one hand around the man's throat. But, if he thought to
overcome his opponent thus easily, he had reckoned without his host.
Lying almost at full length on the ground as he was, he drove his fist
straight upward into Hal's face. The lad released his hold upon his
enemy's throat and fell back.

It was now beginning to grow light, and, as the man sprang after him,
Hal recognized him. It was young Dersi!

"Dersi!" gasped Hal, as he once more put himself in an attitude of
defense.

"Yes," gritted his opponent, "and I am going to kill you both, right
here and now."

With this he sprang upon Hal and bore him to the ground. But the lad
was not to be thus easily conquered, and, with a mighty effort,
wriggled from beneath his assailant and sprang back to gain a breath.

This movement almost cost him his life, for, in springing back, he
allowed his opponent time to reach down and pick up his revolver. This
he now pointed full at Hal.

But aid came from an unexpected source. Chester, who had been lying
unconscious up to this time, now recovered sufficiently to take in the
situation about him. In his hand he still grasped the automatic.

This he brought to bear, and an instant before Dersi's finger pressed
the trigger, Chester fired. Dersi fell to the ground with a groan. His
revolver exploded as he fell, and the bullet whistled close to Hal's
right ear.

Quickly Hal jumped to Chester's side and raised his chum in his arms.

"Chester! Chester!" he said anxiously. "Tell me, are you much hurt?"

"Not much, I think," was his friend's reply. "But he gave me an awful
wallop. I shall be all right presently."

Hal did not leave his friend for a moment until Chester announced that
his head had cleared up sufficiently for him to stand. With Hal's
assistance he struggled to his feet, one hand holding the side of his
head.

"He kicked like a mule," said Chester. "Great Scott! I never had
anything hurt like that."

At that instant there came a groan from the fallen man.

Hal and Chester bent over him. Dersi's voice was very indistinct, and
the boys at first were unable to distinguish what he said.

Hal placed his ear close to the dying man's lips. The voice came
faintly.

"Do not tell mother I died like this. It would break her heart. She
thinks I am a soldier of France. And so I was," and his voice became
stronger, "until I fell in with evil companions. Then I began to
gamble. I lost. I needed money. When the war broke out, I was offered
a chance to cancel all my debts, if I would deliver certain plans to
the Germans. I did. Then I was discovered."

"How?" demanded Chester.

"I was caught in the act of taking papers from my superior's coat,
which he had laid aside. I was court-martialed and ordered put to
death. Through the connivance of another who was associated with me in
this piece of treachery I managed to escape. He is high in the
confidence of General Joffre."

"His name?" demanded Hal quickly.

The wounded man was silent for some time.

"I have never betrayed a comrade," he said at length, "but I am at the
door of death. I must make what reparation I can. His name is General
Emil Tromp."

"What!" exclaimed Hal and Chester in a single breath.

"It is true," continued the wounded man. "But listen," and his voice
grew fainter. The end was not far off now. "Listen! Will you do me one
favor, you whom I have tried to kill?"

Hal and Chester nodded their heads in assent.

"Then do not tell my mother of my treachery. Tell her that I died in
battle, fighting for my country, and that I was game to the end, as
you Americans say. Will you do this for me, one who has sought your
death?"

"We will," promised Hal and Chester in a single voice.

"Promise," said the dying man feebly, as he raised himself on one
elbow.

"We promise," said both lads solemnly.

The man fell back with a groan of thanks, and Hal bent over him,
thinking that he was dead. But the voice came again:

"I wouldn't have her know for all the world. I was always wild, but
who would have thought that I would be a traitor to my country? When
you see General Joffre, tell him at once what I have told you
concerning the traitor. Immediately, do you understand?"

"We understand," said Hal.

"And my mother, you will do as you have promised?"

"We have promised," said Chester simply.

"Then I may die in peace," said the wounded traitor.

He lay back on the ground at full length, shuddered, once, twice, and
lay still.

Hal rose from his kneeling posture, and lifted his cap from his head.

"He is dead," he said quietly. "May he rest in peace."

"Amen to that," said Chester, also standing with bared head. "And his
mother. He is right. It would break her heart. We must see that she
does not know."

"And so we shall," declared Hal. "It will be a lie for which I am sure
we shall be forgiven."




CHAPTER XV.

ATTACKED BY THE ENEMY.


"What shall we do with him?" questioned Chester. "We can't go away and
leave him here like this."

"No," Hal agreed. "I know we should, for our own safety may depend
upon it, but just the same it goes against the grain."

"If we had something to dig with," said Chester.

"But we haven't," Hal interrupted.

But the two lads were saved the trouble of finding a grave for the
traitor, for suddenly through the woods came the sound of tramping
feet.

For a moment the two lads listened intently. Then Chester grabbed Hal
by the arm.

"Come," he said in a hoarse whisper, "we must find a place of safety."

Hal drew back.

"Wait until I see if Dersi happened to have another gun," he said.

He ran his hand over the dead man and at length rose up with a second
revolver and a belt well filled with cartridges. One of the weapons he
passed to Chester.

"We'll probably need these," he said grimly. "Now, let's see if we
can't find a place to hide."

Cautiously the two lads made their way through the woods. They could
hear the sound of their pursuers, but they had little fear of being
detected in the still uncertain light, as long as they kept the same
distance between themselves and the Germans.

But suddenly a gleam of light showed in the forest. A German soldier
had flashed a pocket searchlight, and the glare of it fell squarely
upon the crouching lads, before they could step behind a tree or any
other place of refuge.

"Run!" cried Hal, suiting the action to the word.

Chester needed no urging, and also took to his heels. But their
presence had been discovered, as was proved by the sharp crack of a
rifle. Neither boy was touched, although the bullet passed
uncomfortably close to Chester's head.

Stumbling along as fast as the semi-darkness would permit, the boys
made a brave effort to escape. But they were not to get off in such
easy fashion. For again the searchlight lighted up the woods and
exposed them to their pursuers. Both lads threw themselves to the
ground, and thus avoided the volley of shots that were fired at them.

As Chester dropped, he heard a startled exclamation from his chum,
and, glancing quickly about, he could see no sign of him. The lad was
non-plussed, but, before he could so much as move, he heard Hal's
voice, apparently below him:

"Quick, Chester! Down here, but be careful how you come."

Cautiously Chester moved in the direction of his friend's voice. But
he was not cautious enough, and a moment later, grasping out wildly
for some means to stay his rapid descent, he was sliding down what
seemed to be a steep embankment.

He brought up abruptly at the bottom, and felt Hal's hand upon his
arm.

"Great Scott!" he ejaculated. "Where are we? Down in the bottomless
pit?"

Hal clapped his hand over Chester's mouth, for his keen ears had
detected the sounds of footsteps above.

"Quiet!" he whispered.

Chester needed no second warning. He did not move a muscle. From above
came the sound of a voice:

"I wonder where they went?"

"I don't know," answered another voice, "but we had best be careful.
They are probably armed."

Now, Hal, moving his position slightly, felt a space behind him, and
crawled slowly backward, where the darkness seemed greater, pulling
Chester along after him. They continued this crawling for some
minutes. Finally, raising his head, Hal dropped quickly again with a
muttered exclamation.

In arising his head had come in contact with something above him.
Raising an exploring hand, he investigated. He touched a rock above.
Then he reached out on each side. As he had surmised, only a few feet
each way were solid walls.

"A cave," he muttered.

"What?" asked Chester.

"We are cooped up in a cave. If the Germans are wise enough, after
they learn where we are, they will just sit down on the outside and
starve us out. But, if they try to come in--well, I don't think they
will get very far, as long as our cartridges hold out. You wait here
until I see how far back this thing goes."

Chester obeyed, and Hal continued his exploration. For two or three
minutes he crawled along, and then, turning a slight bend, gave a
sudden exclamation. He had come upon a possible means of exit, for,
apparently, the cave had two openings.

Quickly Hal poked his head out and looked around. He could see no one.
Slowly he crawled back to where he had left Chester, and informed him
of what he had learned.

"Then the best thing we can do is to get out of here quick," was
Chester's decision. "Let's go."

Slowly Hal led the way along the low passageway, and, reaching the
opening again, poked his head out. This time he was doomed to a
disappointment. Hardly had his head emerged from the hole in the
ground when he drew it in quickly again.

"What's the matter now?" demanded Chester.

"Matter is," said Hal quietly, "that there are six Germans standing
about five yards from the entrance."

"What!" cried Chester, in consternation.

"Exactly," said Hal; "if you don't believe it have a look for
yourself."

"Oh, I don't want to look," said Chester, bitterly disappointed. "I
can take your word for it. What are we going to do now?"

"Well," said Hal, "it looks to me like a good time to get out the
other end."

"Yes, but there are likely to be a few of them hanging about there,
also," said Chester.

"That's so, too," agreed Hal. "Well, I'll tell you what: You sneak
back there and investigate, and I'll stay here and guard this end, in
case one of them tries to get in."

Slowly Chester crawled away. Reaching the opposite end of the cave, he
cautiously poked his head out and looked around. In the dim light he
could see no one. But he was afraid to call out to Hal--his voice
might be overheard--so he took his tedious way back to where he had
left his friend.

"All O. K.," he whispered.

"Good," said Hal. "Let's get out of here, then."

They crawled back along the dark passageway as rapidly as the darkness
and the condition of the ground would permit, but before leaving their
place of refuge, Chester thought it advisable to peep out once more.

And it was well that he did so. For, standing almost at the entrance
of the cave three figures loomed up against the sky. Quickly Chester
drew back in again.

"Three of 'em out there," he informed Hal briefly. "What are we going
to do now?"

"You've got me," replied Hal. "Can't you pick 'em off with your gun?"

"Oh, I can pick a couple of 'em off, all right. But what then? We
would probably have a whole brigade upon us in two shakes of a lamb's
tail."

"I guess you are right," Hal agreed. "But we have got to do
something."

"So we have," replied Chester; "but the question is, what?"

Hal was silent for several minutes, thinking. Finally he said:

"Well, I guess the best thing to do is to wait and see what happens.
Perhaps they may leave before broad daylight and not discover this
cave. In that case we shall be safe enough. Now you stay here and
guard this end, and don't move unless I call. I'll do the same at the
other end."

"All right," said Chester. "We'll keep our posts till daylight,
whether they go away or not. Then, if we have not been discovered, we
can at least see what we are doing."

Hal moved slowly along the passageway once more, being very careful
not to make any noise. He crawled on hands and knees, his head thrust
out before him.

Suddenly, as he moved slowly along, his head came in contact with
another moving object with an audible crack.

He had bumped into a second crawling figure.




CHAPTER XVI.

THE STRUGGLE IN THE CAVE.


In spite of the pain that shot through his head following the contact,
Hal did not lose his coolness or his presence of mind. Although his
head hurt badly, he did not utter a sound.

His unseen antagonist apparently was too surprised to make an outcry,
or it may have been that he thought he had bumped into a wall. If the
latter were his thought he was quickly undeceived.

As he sat back on his haunches, to rub his head, Hal moved lightly
forward, and, judging the distance by the sound of his enemy's
movements, fell on top of him.

He had gauged the distance to a nicety, and before the German could
cry out, one of the lad's hands sank deep into his throat. But the
latter was a powerful man and not to be overcome easily. He hurled the
lad from him with a quick shove, at the same time twisting on the
wrist of the hand that gripped his throat.

The pain was almost unbearable and Hal was forced to loosen his hold.
But again the lad sprang, before the German could take the offensive,
and this time struck out fiercely with his right fist. The German
uttered a cry of pain, and with one hand delivered a smashing blow at
the face so close to his own.

But Hal had figured on this move and had calculated the time of the
blow perfectly. With a quick movement of his head he avoided the huge
fist, and there came a terrific howl of pain from the German. The blow
had passed over the lad's head and the German's fist had crashed into
the solid wall.

And at the same instant there came the sound of a shot from Chester's
end of the cave.

This sound spurred Hal to greater activity, for he realized now that
their presence had been discovered by those on the outside. He felt
certain that the sound of the shot would probably bring new visitors
into the cave from the end he was supposed to guard.

Quickly, then, while his opponent was still in agony from the
self-inflicted blow, Hal drew his revolver and, reversing it, struck
out in the direction of a muttered curse.

He was rewarded by another groan of anguish and a moment later by the
sound of a falling body. Quickly the lad leaped forward, his weapon
held ready to strike again. But there was no need of a second blow.
The German was unconscious.

By great exertion Hal succeeded in turning his wounded adversary over
and pushed him slowly along the passageway, using him as a shield in
case he encountered another of the enemy.

At length he came to the end of the passageway, and pushed his
prisoner out. Even as he did so a bullet whistled by his head and he
heard the crack of a German rifle. Hal lost no time in getting back
into his hiding place.

But now he discovered that even this was not far enough, for a bullet
came whizzing into the cave after him. It hit the side of the wall and
went skimming over his head.

With all possible haste the lad retreated around the little bend, and
throwing himself upon his face held his revolver ready to fire at the
first sign of an advancing foe.

He lay perfectly still, not making the slightest noise, and after some
moments heard the sound of voices.

"I tell you I must have hit him. I never miss at that distance," said
one. "And, besides, if he were in there we could hear him."

"I wouldn't be too sure," came a second voice. "He's liable to be
there waiting for you."

"Well, I am going in after him anyhow," said the first speaker.

A moment later Hal heard the German approaching. He half arose to his
knee and trained his revolver at the darkness ahead of him.

Then there came the sound of the German rounding the bend, and taking
careful aim at the distance above the ground he believed the man's
head would be, Hal pressed the trigger.

There was a terrific roar that echoed and reechoed through the
passageway, a howl of pain and then silence. For a moment Hal waited,
for he did not wish to be caught napping. Then he slowly made his way
forward. Presently he came in contact with a man's body. It was the
enemy.

Propping himself up behind the dead man, Hal felt more comfortable.

"It will be daylight soon," he said to himself, "and they can't get in
here without me seeing them And one man here is as good as a hundred."

Raising his voice, Hal shouted:

"Are you all right, Chester?"

"All right," came back the answer. "One man tried to get in here, but
I got him," for all the time that Hal had been engaged Chester had
been having troubles of his own.

After Hal had left him, Chester, seeking to ascertain the exact
position of the Germans at his end of the cave, and, if possible,
their number, had ventured too close to the opening.

A German, walking past at that moment, struck a match to light a
cigarette, and Chester's form was clearly outlined in the glare of it.
With a hoarse guttural exclamation the German dropped his match and
cigarette and brought his rifle to bear.

But before he could press the trigger Chester had disappeared in the
darkness of the cave. Evidently believing that the lad would flee from
him, the German, sprawling upon hands and knees, gave chase.

Chester, well back in the cave, judged his pursuer's distance by the
sounds of his awkward movements. He waited until the German got well
within the cave, then raised his automatic and quickly fired twice.

The sound of the explosion was so great that even Chester himself was
frightened. This was the shot that Hal had heard as he grappled with
his opponent.

Fearing a trap, Chester did not move for several moments, keeping his
revolver aimed steadily. But then, as there was no sound from the
German, Chester slowly moved forward.

His outstretched hand touched a soft object, and his exploring fingers
sought out the German's face.

"He'll do no more fighting," was Chester's only comment.

Relieving the German of his arms and ammunition, Chester sat down to
await the approach of the others, who he was certain must have heard
the sound of the shot.

And they were not slow in coming. Suddenly the flame of a match
appeared in the opening, and taking quick aim Chester let fly with his
automatic.

There came a groan of pain from the opening to the cave, but the
exact result of his shot Chester could not determine. The light had
disappeared and the cave was again in darkness. Hal, at his end of the
cave, having serious business of his own to attend to, had not heard
this last shot.

And now Chester stretched himself out on the ground to ward off any
further attack. He was brought suddenly to a sitting posture again by
the sound of a shot from Hal's end of the cave.

Several times he called out but received no answer. He was just on the
point of leaving his post and following after his friend when Hal's
voice came to him.

"Thank God," he exclaimed softly, "Hal is still alive."

He resumed his former position and lay calmly awaiting the next move
of the enemy, with a human shield in front of him, even as Hal had at
his end of the cave.

For hours, it seemed to both boys, they lay there silently, save for
an occasional shout to the other, when the darkness of the cave began
to give way to a faint glow of light. The sun had arisen, and each
boy, at his own end of the cave, breathed more freely.

"It's getting light here, Hal," called Chester.

"And here, too," Hal shouted back.

And both lads were struck with the same thought.

"At least, we can see what we are doing now."




CHAPTER XVII.

SAFE.


Gradually it became more light and at length a beam of sunlight shot
into Hal's end of the cave. But still the lads kept silent vigil,
being afraid to leave their places of concealment, and believing that
the Germans on the outside were still on the watch for them.

Nor were they wrong, for at both entrances to the cave, or at least
standing nearby, were two groups of German soldiers, patiently waiting
for the boys to emerge from their retreat. The Germans rightly
surmised that they would not remain idle long after daylight.

At length Hal could endure the suspense no longer. Silently he quitted
his end of the cave and made his way cautiously back toward his
friend.

"What's up?" was Chester's greeting.

"I don't know," replied Hal. "The Germans may have gone away, but
I believe they are still loitering on the outside. However, this
inaction is getting monotonous. We've got to do something, and
we've got to do it right away."

"My sentiments exactly," Chester agreed. "But what?"

"Well, I don't know exactly. We shall have to figure out something."

There was a long silence, which was finally broken by Chester.

"There is but one way I can think of," he said.

"What is that?" demanded Hal.

"Well, suppose we make a dash out of this end, shooting as we go.
Those guarding the other end will naturally think we are trying to
escape, and will come to the aid of their companions. Then we can run
back into the cave, crawl through as rapidly as possible and make a
run for it out the other end."

Hal was somewhat dubious of this plan, but after some further talk,
in which neither was able to hit upon a better one, the boys finally
decided to act upon Chester's suggestion.

Accordingly, with drawn revolvers, they slowly made their way to the
entrance of the cave, and Chester peered out cautiously.

"No one in sight," he whispered to his friend. "Perhaps they have
gone."

"Be very careful," cautioned Hal. "They are likely to be lurking
around here some place."

Quietly the boys emerged from the cave, and began walking slowly. But
they had hardly gone five paces when there came a command:

"Halt!"

Swiftly the lads turned in the direction from which the hail had come,
and beheld a squad of Germans approaching them with leveled rifles.

The automatics of both lads spoke simultaneously and continued to
spout fire for several seconds. Then they turned and ran hurriedly
back to the cave, into which they disappeared before their startled
foe could realize what had happened.

Two German soldiers lay on the ground, while a third stood swaying
dizzily on his feet.

With all possible haste the lads crawled through the passageway, and
soon emerged at the other end. But now caution was thrown to the wind,
for the lads figured that the Germans left to guard this end of the
retreat were by this time on the way to aid their companions.

Their revolvers still gleamed in their hands, however, ready for
instant use in the event that their plan had miscarried.

But it had not, for there was not a German in sight, and soon the boys
were running through the woods as fast as their legs could carry them.
At length Hal pulled up, panting.

"I guess we have given them the slip this time," he panted.

"Let us hope so," replied Chester fervently. "If we ever get back to
our own lines, I believe I shall be more careful in the future."

Hal glanced at his friend with a peculiar smile.

"Anybody that didn't know you would believe you meant that," he said.
"But I know you better, so I don't."

"Well, perhaps I did make it a little strong," said Chester with a
smile, "but that's the way I feel about it right now."

The boys had now regained their breath, and at a word from Hal resumed
their journey, walking at a brisk pace.

Now they came to a clearing in the woods, stretching out for perhaps
200 yards, and the end of this another dense forest. They started
across the open ground at a run, for they had no mind to be overtaken
by the Germans where there was nothing to offer protection.

They had almost reached the forest on the other side and each was
mentally congratulating himself upon giving the pursuers the slip when
a shot rang out from behind, and a bullet cut the ground beside Hal.

"Quick!" said Hal, and increased his pace, swerving from side to side
as he ran, making it difficult for the Germans to aim accurately.
Chester did likewise, and soon they were safe once more beneath the
protection of the great trees.

But now that they had been discovered, the lads knew that it was to be
a race for life. They knew that it was but a question of a few minutes
until the remaining Germans would again mount their motorcycles and
give chase. Also they realized that their chances of eluding their
pursuers were much more slight in broad daylight than they had been in
the darkness.

Therefore they ran at top speed. While they were not afraid and had
not lost a whit of their nerve, they realized that discretion was the
better part of valor, and their feet continued to hit the ground at
breakneck speed, until again came to their ears the first faint
sounds of the pursuing motorcycles. Gradually the sounds became more
distinct, this telling the boys that their pursuers were gaining
rapidly, although the rough condition of the ground made it impossible
for the motorcycles to travel very fast.

Finally, when he could run no more, Hal threw himself to the ground,
and Chester immediately followed his example. For a few moments they
lay there, panting, their tongues literally hanging out like worn out
dogs.

Then they sprang to their feet again, and making an abrupt turn to the
right plunged into the underbrush right where it was the most dense.
Here Hal espied a large tree, with low hanging branches. With Chester
by his side he rushed for it.

Hal stood aside while Chester grabbed the lowest branch and swung
himself up, and then he followed suit. High up in the tree the lads
climbed, the close set branches affording an excellent screen.

Half a minute later six motorcycle riders hove into sight, hardly a
hundred yards from where the boys were perched.

Chester's fingers twitched on his revolver, but Hal, who had noticed
the set expression on his friend's face, uttered a low warning.

And the sound of Hal's voice was almost their undoing. For the Germans
had come to a pause and Hal's words carried plainly in the silence to
their ears.

For a moment the Germans glanced about hurriedly, seeking out their
prey. Then they sprang behind trees themselves, their rifles ready to
fire. They had not yet discovered the boys' hiding place, and were
fearful of a shot from ambush.

Then one, raising his eyes, saw Hal, and quickly raised his rifle. But
Hal's eye was keen also, and before the German could press the trigger
Hal's revolver spoke and the German tumbled to the ground.

Chester fired at the same moment as did Hal, and a second German
clapped his hand to his head and reeled. But before the other pursuers
could raise their rifles, there came from ahead a sound that brought a
loud "Hurrah" from Hal and Chester, and a moment later, on the dead
run, came a small body of British infantry.

Quickly the Germans leaped onto their motorcycles and turned to run.
But now the advancing British were in full view, and a voice of
command rang out:

"Fire!"

A volley rang out. Not in all the world were there better marksmen
than those British troopers. Four Germans reeled in their saddles and
tumbled to the ground.

Hal and Chester descended from their place of refuge.




CHAPTER XVIII.

ON A NEW MISSION.


The two lads hurried up to the officer in command of the English
troops.

"You arrived just in time," cried Hal, grasping the hand the officer
extended.

"I should say you did," declared Chester, also shaking the officer's
hand. "A few moments later and we would have been goners, sure."

"Well, I am glad we arrived so opportunely," said the officer,
laughing a little. "We heard shooting in this direction last night,
but we did not get an order to advance until this morning. As you may
perhaps have surmised, we are part of the advance guard of the army."

"Do you mean the French and English have both assumed the offensive in
force?" demanded Hal.

"Exactly," replied the British officer. "We are not far in front, and
are pushing slowly along, that we may take the Germans by surprise, if
possible. Perhaps you may have gathered some information as to the
German position and strength?"

This last was in the form of a question, and the lads made haste to
answer in the affirmative.

"We have not learned a whole lot," Chester continued, "but we have a
little information that may be of value."

"Then you had better hasten back to General French and report," said
the officer. "I am sure he will be glad to have any information you
may be able to give him."

The lads thanked the officer, and soon the little troop was on the
advance again. Hal and Chester resumed their journey in the opposite
direction. For an hour they hurried along, occasionally meeting a
detachment of mounted troops going forward, but they had traversed at
least five miles before they made out in the distance the first long
line of the British advance.

It was indeed an imposing sight, this long line of khaki-clad men,
marching rapidly toward them, and Hal and Chester were not unmindful
of it, and their hearts swelled with pride at the thought that they
themselves were a part of this great fighting machine.

They hurried on toward the advancing army. Already the lads had been
challenged several times, but upon explaining their predicament had
been allowed to continue on their way. Now they reached the first line
of the advancing host, and an officer hastily rode toward them.

Upon a glance at their uniforms, now unkempt and dirty, he saluted.

"What is your business here?" he demanded.

Briefly Hal explained, and added:

"We are seeking General French. Can you direct us to him?"

The officer did as requested and the lads made off in the direction he
indicated. It was fully two hours later before they were admitted to
the presence of the commander-in-chief of the small though mighty host
of Britain.

For once the English field marshal lost his habitual calm and greeted
them warmly.

"I had made sure that you two lads were lost," he said. "Come, give an
account of yourselves."

Chester did so as briefly as possible, and General French listened to
the lad's recital in unfeigned amazement.

"And so you are the two who created such havoc in the ranks of the
enemy," he exclaimed when Chester had concluded his account of their
adventures. "I learned through some of my scouts that a wild engine
had dealt a heavy blow to the Germans, but I had never thought that
you two were aboard it."

Then it was that Hal told his commander of his encounter with young
Dersi, and of what the latter had told him concerning General Tromp,
of General Joffre's staff.

"What!" cried General French, springing to his feet. "Tromp a traitor!
Why, it is unbelievable. General Joffre has entire confidence in his
ability and integrity."

"Nevertheless it is true, there can be no doubt of that," said Hal
quietly. "Dersi told us with almost his dying breath, and he certainly
was repentant at the end."

"Oh, I do not doubt your word," General French assured Hal, "but it
seems impossible. Something must be done at once."

"Will you allow me to make a suggestion, sir?" asked Hal respectfully.

"By all means," was the general's reply.

"Then I would suggest that you send word of General Tromp's treachery
to General Joffre by special messenger, and not trust to the field
wireless, for in that way Tromp might learn that he was suspected and
make his escape."

"An excellent idea," said General French. "It shall be acted upon at
once." He turned away, signifying that the interview was at an end.

But Hal had no intention of letting such a piece of work slip through
his fingers.

"If you please, general," he said. "Chester and I would like to carry
the message. You see, we are greatly interested in this matter."

The general glanced at the two lads, and a faint smile lighted up his
face.

"And so you shall," he said at length. "Refresh yourselves with food
and drink first, and then report to me."

Hal and Chester saluted and took their departure. Having done as the
general ordered, they lost no time in returning to him. General French
had already prepared his dispatch and this he placed in Hal's hand.

"General Joffre no doubt will be amazed at the contents of this
message," the general told the lads, "and he probably will demand all
details from you. Tell them to him as you have to me and I am sure he
will be convinced. That is all, except that you return as soon as
possible, for I may have other work for you."

The two lads saluted and started forth on their journey. Both had been
furnished with good horses at the command of the general, for they had
asked for these in preference to being carried in an army automobile.

"Those things are likely to break down any time," Hal had confided to
Chester, "and you can always depend upon a good horse."

Chester had agreed with him, so now we find the two lads mounted and
riding rapidly toward the southwest, in which direction they knew they
should reach the French commander-in-chief.

It was a long, tedious ride, for the French general, that he might
have perfect quiet in which to make his plans and direct the movement
of the French forces, had made it his custom to remain well in the
rear of his army. And here, the following day, the lads found him, and
upon informing his orderly that they bore important communications
from General French, were admitted to his presence at once.

The French commander-in-chief sat at a small desk, surrounded by
members of his staff. Hal and Chester drew themselves up and saluted;
then the former advanced and placed the document in Gen. Joffre's
hand.

Quickly the French commander ran his eyes over the paper; then leaned
back in his chair. For perhaps five minutes he retained this position,
uttering no word, apparently deep in thought.

Then he arose, and with a wave of his hand dismissed all his staff,
motioning for Hal and Chester to remain. The tent cleared, the general
spoke:

"Now tell me your story," he said briefly.

Hal did so, and the general listened attentively, without asking a
single question until Hal had concluded his story.

"It must be true," he said at length, half to himself. "I remember
well that there was something mysterious in the traitor Dersi's
escape. It was never explained satisfactorily. Yes, it must be true."

He was silent again for some moments, then finally spoke again:

"And I would have staked anything I possess on Tromp's honor. He has
uncommon ability. Still, there has always been something queer about
him. Yes, it must be true."

Suddenly the general sprang to his feet with agility that Hal and
Chester had not believed him capable of, and struck a small bell upon
his desk a sharp tap. Immediately an orderly entered.

"Have my car brought here instantly," commanded the general briefly.

The orderly saluted and withdrew.

Chester and Hal stared at each other in some surprise. What could the
general be about to do? They were soon enlightened.

"I must act at once," said the general, again half to himself. "Never
would Tromp have a better chance to work treachery to our cause than
at this time. I must stop him, and I must do it personally and without
publicity, for should this become noised abroad throughout France,
nothing could prove more detrimental to our cause."

He turned suddenly to Hal and Chester.

"And you two shall come with me," he said. "You shall confront Tromp.
If he is guilty, we shall find it out some way."

At that instant the orderly entered again and saluted.

"Your car is ready, sir," he said.

The general moved toward the door, motioning for the lads to follow
him.

"Come," he said. "We shall go to the front, where even now Tromp is
in command and meditating mischief."




CHAPTER XIX.

A BIT OF UNWRITTEN HISTORY.


So this is how it transpired that Hal and Chester, two American boys,
happened to be present at an interview between the commander-in-chief
of the French army and General Emil Tromp, an incident that has never
been told, and never will find its way into history; an interview
between a gallant French officer and another who, were his actions
known, would be likened to the greatest of American traitors--Benedict
Arnold.

Hal and Chester followed General Joffre from his tent without a word
and entered his car behind him.

"To General Tromp's command," said General Joffre briefly. "Hurry!"

The chauffeur needed no second urging, and a moment later the huge car
was literally flying over the ground, passing large bodies of troops
moving rapidly forward as though they were stationary.

Hal and Chester found ample time to take an inventory of the general's
car. It was a huge machine, and besides being fitted up luxuriously
was also furnished as an office, that the general might still be at
work while he hurried from one part of the field to another when
events demanded his immediate presence. Even now, with treachery
threatening, and whirling along at a terrific speed, General Joffre,
probably because of habit, fell to work sorting papers, studying maps
and other drawings.

For almost two hours the car whirled along at top speed, and at length
pulled up in the rear of an immense body of troops, who, even to Hal
and Chester, could be seen preparing for an advance.

General Joffre was out of the car before it came to a full stop, and
Hal and Chester were at his heels. An orderly approached.

"My respects to General Tromp, and tell him I desire his presence
immediately," ordered General Joffre.

The orderly saluted and dashed away. General Joffre paced up and down
nervously. Finally, at the approach of rapid footsteps, he raised his
head. A group of officers were approaching. One of them advanced right
up to the general and saluted, and even as he did so the sound of a
bugle rang out, ordering a general advance.

"Sir----" began the officer, whom the boys instantly knew to be
General Tromp.

General Joffre interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

"Why this sudden advance?" he demanded coldly.

General Tromp started back.

"Why, sir," he explained, "I have word that a large force of the enemy
is approaching to give battle. I am advancing to meet him."

"Order a halt," said General Joffre abruptly.

"But, but----" began General Tromp in some confusion.

"Order a halt, sir!" commanded General Joffre sternly. "Or," as he saw
that General Tromp still hesitated, "shall I do it myself?"

General Tromp turned and gave the command to one of his staff, who
immediately dashed away. A moment and a bugle rang out, and the great
army came to a pause.

"Now, sir," said General Joffre to General Tromp, "you will please
dismiss your staff."

Without a word General Tromp turned and gave the necessary order. A
moment later and the four, General Joffre, General Tromp, Hal and
Chester, were alone together.

"What is the meaning of this, sir?" demanded General Tromp, with some
dignity.

"The meaning, General Tromp," said General Joffre calmly, "is that you
are a traitor!"

General Tromp started back, and his hand went up before his face as if
to ward off a blow.

"What!" he cried in well simulated surprise. "Have a care, sir. I
shall allow no such insults, even though you are my superior officer."

"Tush, tush," chided the commander-in-chief gently. "Why keep up the
pretense? You are discovered. Why not admit it and have done?"

"Sir!" cried General Tromp, drawing himself up. "I demand an
explanation of your strange conduct."

"And you shall have it, sir!" thundered General Joffre, now very
angry, as he took a step forward.

General Tromp quailed before him. His eyes fell to the ground and his
injured dignity dropped from him like a mask.

"I accuse you," continued General Joffre, "of being a traitor to
France. I accuse you of aiding and abetting the escape of another
traitor, one Dersi. And I also accuse you," and here the general
pointed an accusing finger at General Tromp, "of even now playing into
the hands of the enemy by ordering an advance, when you knew very well
that such an advance could mean only the extermination of our troops."

By a great effort General Tromp forced his eyes to meet those of his
commander.

"I deny it," he said in a thick voice.

"A denial is useless," said General Joffre quietly.

But General Tromp had now succeeded in regaining command of himself to
a certain extent, and once more he tried to bluff it out.

"Who accuses me?" he demanded, with well assumed bravado.

"I do," said Hal, stepping forward.

"And I," cried Chester, also advancing a step.

General Tromp turned to General Joffre.

"And you take the word of those two upstarts in preference to mine?"
he demanded.

"I do," said the general quietly, "upon the advice of General Sir
John French, who vouches for the truth of their story. Besides, your
actions just now have convicted you. Come, Tromp, further denial is
useless. Dersi has confessed."

"Dersi!" exclaimed Tromp, his fingers twitching. "If I could just get
my hands on him for one minute----"

"But you can't," said General Joffre. "He is dead. And he died with a
clear conscience, as I hope you will do."

"What do you mean?" cried Tromp, starting back.

"Exactly what I say," was General Joffre's chilling reply. "You have
your choice. Either the way I mean, or to be publicly hanged as a
traitor. If possible, I desire to avoid publicity. Which shall it be?"

General Tromp shifted nervously from one foot to the other, his hands
twitching convulsively. Suddenly one hand leaped to his side.

"I wouldn't do that," said Hal quietly, and turning General Tromp saw
the lad's revolver pointed squarely at him, held in a steady hand.

His hand dropped to his side again, and for some moments the traitor
stood in silence. Then, suddenly, his shaking stopped. He raised his
eyes and looked his commander straight in the eyes.

"It shall be as you say, sir," he said calmly. "You are right. I
am a traitor. I would not have been, but--but--well that makes no
difference now. You shall see, sir, that I am no coward. I am not
afraid to die. Neither need you fear that I shall not do as you
command. Thus shall I atone for my sin."

"I do not fear you will disobey," said the general softly.

"I am sorry, sir," continued General Tromp, "sorry because of you,
more so than because of France. I know that it is useless to ask your
forgiveness."

"For your treachery toward me," said General Joffre softly, "I forgive
you freely; but for your treachery to France I cannot."

The traitor once more looked the general straight in the eyes, and
slowly his heels came together and his hand came to a salute.

"Good-by, sir," he said quietly; then turned on his heel and walked
away, his carriage erect, and without a tremor.

For a moment General Joffre stared after him, and his eyes became dim.
Quickly he passed his hand over his eyes; then, motioning for Hal and
Chester to follow him, turned slowly toward his car.

"A good man--and an excellent officer," he muttered to himself, "if he
had but gone straight."

The car sped away. That evening, while Hal and Chester stood beside
General Joffre, back again in his headquarters, an orderly rushed into
the tent, and forgetting the formality of a salute in his haste, went
up to the general and thrust a paper into his hand.

Silently the general read it, passed it to Hal, and turned his head
away. Chester, leaning over his friend's shoulder, read the words the
message contained:

"The body of General Emil Tromp was found in his quarters at the front
this afternoon. He had shot himself through the head."

"Evidently came by field wireless," said Chester.

"Yes," replied Hal.

General Joffre turned again to his desk, picked up a pen and wrote.
Then he read aloud to Hal and Chester:

"General Emil Tromp was struck down by a German shell at the front
this afternoon. He died almost instantly."

"I am sure I may depend upon you to say nothing of what you have heard
to-day," he said quietly.

"You may, sir," said Hal and Chester in one breath.

General Joffre tapped the bell on his desk. An orderly entered and
came to a salute.

"Orderly," said General Joffre, handing him the message he had just
written, "have this sent to the war office immediately."

The gallant French commander turned again to his desk, and as the
orderly, Hal and Chester passed from his tent he once more brushed the
moisture from his eyes.




CHAPTER XX.

OFF ON A RAID.


Hal and Chester accepted General Joffre's offer of an automobile to
make their return trip, which consequently did not consume as much
time as their journey to the headquarters of the French
commander-in-chief.

The first thing they did upon their arrival was to report to General
French. The latter listened gravely to their story, and then said:

"I know that I need not caution you to obey General Joffre's
injunction concerning the fate of General Tromp. Let the matter be
forgotten."

The lads saluted and left the tent to hunt up temporary quarters of
their own, for the great army had again come to a halt.

Meanwhile, what of the great driving movement of the allied forces,
which after checking the vast German horde almost at the gates of
Paris, had forced the foe back mile after mile without cessation? A
word of the situation is here necessary.

From the first moment when the allied armies had assumed the
offensive, after being driven back for days by the Germans, they had
continued their steady advance. Such fighting as the world had never
known was in progress continually, for the Germans contested every
inch of the ground.

Time after time the Allies threatened the German lines of
communication, and the Germans were forced to fall back to protect
them, or to be cut off and eventually annihilated, or forced to
surrender. The strategy of General Joffre, condemned by many in the
earlier days of the war, now was beginning to bear fruit, and he was
praised on every hand.

The English, under the command of Sir John French, the chief stumbling
block in the path of the Germans as they advanced on Paris, were
proving their mettle every day. Despite their numerical inferiority to
the enemy, they stood bravely to their herculean task, until now the
whole world realized that they were the real fighting strength of the
allied army.

Each day found the Germans farther and farther from the walls of
Paris. Each day found the Allies pressing the foe more closely. The
great battle line, stretching out for more than 200 miles, was in
constant contact with the enemy. Almost hourly there was such severe
fighting as in former wars would have earned the designation of
battles. But along this great line they were but skirmishes.

The losses on both sides had been tremendous, although the Germans,
because of the fact that they had been previously on the offensive,
and also because of the massed formation they had used in their
advance, had suffered considerably more than the Allies.

Louvain and other towns in Belgium had been sacked by the Germans,
pillaged with fire and sword, until hardly one stone was left upon
another. And now the fighting was again in Belgium, that little buffer
state which, ever since she became a nation, has always been the
battleground of European wars.

The Belgian army, in spite of the terrible havoc wrought upon it by
the heavy German guns, was still fighting desperately and had no mind
to withdraw from the conflict. Possibly Belgium had more at stake than
any other country in the war. She was fighting for life and
freedom--from possible absorption into the German Empire.

And now the German forces had been pushed clear across the River
Marne, where they were making a determined stand. The eastern shore of
the little river was held by the Kaiser's troops, the western shore by
the Allies.

So here the great armies now paused for a moment to take a much needed
breathing spell. For the moment the fierce advance of the Allies was
checked. Tired men sank to the ground in the ranks, there to remain
until the battle should be resumed.

But over all still was heard the roar of the great guns. The artillery
continued in action, as it had ever since the two great armies had
come into contact with each other. Shells dropped and burst among the
troops on both sides of the river, blowing men to atoms; but still the
main portions of the armies rested on their arms, awaiting the word to
move forward again.

The fire of the German artillery was hourly creating great havoc in
the allied army; but in spite of their great guns, the greatest ever
known, their execution had been no more terrible than that done by the
smaller guns of the Allies; for the fire of the British gunners was
far superior to that of the Germans. Few shells were wasted, while, up
to this time, the comparatively poor marksmanship of the German
gunners was the cause of much comment and surprise.

So now, when Hal and Chester once more returned to their own posts,
they found the two great armies lined up on either bank of the Marne;
or rather some distance from it, only the outposts of either army
occasionally riding right up to the river's edge, while the great
shells continued to burst on both sides of the river.

Hal and Chester sought out Lieutenant Anderson, whom they found after
a long search. Through an orderly they also reported to General
French, apprising him of where to find them should he desire their
presence. After a short talk with Lieutenant Anderson, who had
insisted that they make free use of his quarters, both lads turned in,
for they had been many hours without sleep, and were tired out.

How long they slept it is impossible to say, but they were awakened by
Lieutenant Anderson shaking them by the arm.

"Get up," commanded the lieutenant. "You are ordered to report to
General French immediately."

Hal and Chester were on their feet in a moment. Bright sunlight
streamed through the entrance to the tent. It was early morning.

Once more in the quarters of General French, both boys impatiently
waited for him to speak--to tell them the reason he had summoned them
so suddenly.

At length the general rose and approached them. He placed a hand on
the shoulder of each, and spoke:

"You two lads already have been of invaluable service. Perhaps I
should not again call upon you so soon, although I know your hearts
are in the success of the arms of France and England. But you have so
often proved your fitness for dangerous missions that you seem the
ones needed."

"We shall be glad to undertake the work, general, no matter what it
is," said Hal.

"Indeed we shall," agreed Chester.

"What I must know," said General French, "is the approximate strength
of the enemy on the other side of the Marne, the positions of his
troops and so on. I could ascertain this possibly by means of the
flying corps; but in that event the enemy would know that I had
learned. It must be done some other way. Are you lads willing to
undertake this task?"

"Yes, sir," said Hal and Chester, almost in a single breath.

"Good," said General French. "I shall leave the means to you, for I
have already come to know your resourcefulness. I have only one
injunction: Be back at the earliest possible moment."

The two lads saluted and left the tent. They immediately returned to
Lieutenant Anderson, where they apprised him of the nature of the work
before them.

"You two youngsters certainly do have all the luck," said the
lieutenant, "while we old heads sit back here and do nothing."

"It seems to me that you have been doing your share," said Hal.

"And to me, too," Chester agreed.

"Oh, well," laughed the lieutenant. "I have seen considerable action.
I don't suppose I should complain. But how do you propose to gather
this information? I suppose you realize that you have quite a sizable
job on your hands?"

"Yes, we realize that," Hal replied, "and we thought perhaps you could
help us with an idea or two."

The lieutenant was silent for some moments. Finally he said:

"I believe that I should not go alone, were I in your place. The enemy
will be constantly on the lookout for spies. My plan would be to make
quite a detour along the river, crossing by a bold dash and riding
right into the heart of the enemy's country, at whatever point it
might be practically unprotected."

"A good idea," said Hal. "But, in that event, we should have to have a
larger party."

"Exactly," said Lieutenant Anderson. "And I, for one, offer my
services. I suppose we should have at least twenty-five men."

A few moments later Hal was back in General French's headquarters.

"General," he said, "I should like to have your permission to pick
twenty-five men, and permission to use one of the highest power
automobiles in the army."

The general looked at him in silence for a while before speaking, but
finally said:

"You have my permission. Here," turning to his desk and writing a few
words, "is a written order. I shall not ask the nature of your plan.
Good luck to you."

"I shall let you pick the men," said Hal to Lieutenant Anderson, when
he was again back in the latter's quarters, "and, so far as they know,
you are in command."

"Very well," was the reply; "but remember that it is not so. On this
expedition I waive my rank, and will act under your orders."

Half an hour later Chester and Hal inspected the men selected by
Lieutenant Anderson, to whom the boys were introduced as scouts. A
likely body of men they were, strong and sturdy, and not a man of them
under six feet in height.

"Look like they could give a good account of themselves," muttered
Chester to himself.

At length all were piled in a great motor truck, and a second later,
in response to Hal's directions were speeding southward.




CHAPTER XXI.

ACROSS THE MARNE.


For two hours the great motor truck continued its journey southward at
top speed. Then Hal called a halt.

Quickly the men clambered out, and with Hal in the lead marched in the
direction of the river.

The place where Hal had ordered the men from the car could not have
been better selected, for, on the opposite side of the river, though
Hal did not know it then, there was a considerable open space between
the German forces.

The troopers followed the lad to the bank of the river, and then, as
there was not a shot from the opposite side, all walked boldly along
the shore. At length they came upon a number of small boats, evidently
having been placed in readiness by some of the British forces.

"We'll appropriate these," said Hal. "Luckily they were here or we
should have been forced to swim across."

The men piled into the boats, and pushed off. They reached the
opposite side without discovery, and hastily clambering up the bank
were soon hidden from sight in a clump of trees. Here Hal called
another halt, until he was able to decide upon his next move.

The boats had been pulled into the trees, to be used for their return
trip. The driver of the auto truck was ordered to remain where the
party had left him. All in readiness for a hasty retreat, Hal now
bethought himself of a way to successfully accomplish their mission.

After a consultation the party moved forward, keeping as much as
possible in the shelter of the trees. As they approached the edge of
the little woods they came suddenly upon three German horsemen.

The latter had not seen them, so quietly had they crept along. Hal,
Chester and Lieutenant Anderson were upon them before they knew it,
their men right behind them. Seeing that they were far outnumbered,
the Germans did not put up a fight.

The hands of all three immediately went into the air, and one of them
called out in German:

"We surrender."

"Dismount!" ordered Hal, and the Germans obeyed.

"This is what I call luck," said Hal to his friends.

"What do you mean?" demanded Lieutenant Anderson.

"Why," said Hal, "here we have three horses and three German
uniforms. If that isn't luck, I don't know what is."

Quickly the three Germans were stripped of their uniforms, bound and
gagged.

When Hal, Chester and Lieutenant Anderson had donned the German
uniforms, Hal called three of the British troopers to him.

"You men," he said, "will leave all your weapons here, except your
revolvers, which you will hide in your clothes. Then you will
accompany us, afoot, apparently as prisoners."

He called a fourth trooper to him.

"Your name?" he demanded.

"Bristow, sir."

"Then, Bristow, we appoint you to take command while we are gone. The
rest of you will remain here until we return, or until you find it
necessary to retreat across the river."

"Very good, sir," said Bristow, and fell back and informed his
companions of the situation.

"Do you realize," asked Lieutenant Anderson of Hal, "that if we are
captured in these German uniforms it will mean a spy's death for all
of us?"

"Perfectly," said Hal, "but we shall have to take that chance. I
believe that having three English soldiers with us, apparently
prisoners, will be a means of avoiding detection."

"All right," said Chester, "only we shall have to be careful."

Quickly the three mounted, and marching the soldiers on ahead of them
started north, bearing off slightly to the east. For an hour they
continued their journey, passing now and then a body of German troops.
But they were not molested, not even challenged.

At length they came upon a farmhouse, setting well back from the road.

"Perhaps we can learn something here," said Chester.

Hal called a halt, and all approached the house. The door was opened
by a young woman, who started back in dismay at sight of them.

"Have no fear," said Hal, who acted as spokesman of the party. "We are
simply tired out and hungry. We thought perhaps you could furnish us
with a bite to eat, and also our prisoners here."

Without a word the woman opened wide the door, and motioned for them
to enter. The six followed her into the dining-room, where soon a
hearty repast was spread on the table.

"We have been on a mission south," Hal said to the woman. "Can you
tell me just how far the German staff is from here?"

"It can't be very far," the woman replied, "for some of the officers
often come here to eat. They say that they like my cooking better than
the regular army fare. I wouldn't be at all surprised if some of them
were to come along soon."

"Good," said Hal, aloud, but nevertheless he was seriously alarmed. He
did not wish to come into such close proximity with the German staff
officers.

Hastily the six bolted their food, and even as they were disappearing
around the outbuildings, Chester, glancing back, saw six men, in
gold-trimmed uniforms, entering the house they had just quitted.

"Great Scott," he said, "we got out of there just in time. Look."

The rest looked back and saw the cause of his excitement. In the
shelter of a clump of trees Hal called a halt.

"There must be something up," he declared, "or the German staff would
not be this far south. I don't suppose General French has been
informed of this. In some way we must find out what is going on."

"And I wouldn't be surprised," said Chester, "if they were using that
farmhouse for a certain purpose."

"By Jove! I never thought of that," said Hal. "I believe you have hit
it. That is where they are making their plans. I wonder"--and he grew
greatly excited. "I wonder if by any chance the Kaiser could be in
that party."

"He is probably pretty near the whole party," said Lieutenant Anderson
dryly. "Kaiser Wilhelm is no coward, and if his staff is there, this
close to the British lines, the Kaiser is probably there also."

"Then it's a wonder the woman didn't say something about the Kaiser
being near."

"She probably didn't know him," said the lieutenant.

Hal sat wrapped in thought for a long time.

"Do you know what I am going to do?" he said at length, dismounting.

"No. What?" demanded Chester and Lieutenant Anderson in a single
voice.

"I'm going to sneak back to the farmhouse, and see if by some hook or
crook I can hear what is going on. We shall probably not have another
chance of overhearing the German plans."

"Great Scott!" said Lieutenant Anderson, "that certainly is a bold
plan. You don't mean it?"

"I certainly do," was the reply.

"Then I shall go, too," said Chester.

"And me," declared Lieutenant Anderson.

"No you won't," said Hal, positively. "The rest of you will stay here.
If I should get into any trouble, I shall fire my revolver, and then
the rest of you can come up. The six of us will be a match for them,
the Kaiser included."

Suddenly Chester was struck with a great inspiration.

"Why can't we get the rest of our men, and capture the whole crowd?"
he demanded in great excitement.

"I had thought of that," replied Hal, "but something tells me it can't
be done--a hunch, if you like. I have a feeling that if we attempt
such a thing our whole expedition will go wrong. I can't explain just
what I mean, but I feel it."

"And I too," declared Lieutenant Anderson. "I don't know why, but I
know it's true."

"Bosh!" said Chester, but the words of his two friends evidently had
created some impression, for his ejaculation was only half-hearted.

"Well, if you must go by yourself, all right," said Lieutenant
Anderson. "But my advice is that the sooner you get there the better."

Hal nodded, and, a moment later, going some distance to one side,
where he knew he could not be seen from the dining-room window, he
walked slowly toward the house.

He made no attempt at concealment as he walked along, for he knew that
such an action, should he be seen, would be suspicious and would
probably mean an unsuccessful termination of his plan. He had little
fear of detection, clothed as he was in a German uniform.

Now the lad reached the house, and sought a means of entrance. He did
not wish to go in the front door, for fear that someone might see him,
so, keeping close to the wall, he walked around the house.

His effort was rewarded. For at the extreme rear was a low window,
apparently halfway between the first and second floors.

"Evidently, at a turn in the steps," Hal told himself.

Quickly he grasped the edge of the sill, and exerting great strength
slowly and cautiously drew himself up. The window was open, and the
lad put one leg over the sill. A second later he sat in the opening,
and then disappeared inside the house.

Very cautiously he ascended the steps. Remembering the exact location
of the dining-room, the lad sought out the room above it. There, at
one end of the room, he found what appeared to be a little closet.

Gently opening the door, he peered in. Nothing but darkness met his
eyes. Hal stepped inside, pulling the door to after him, leaving just
a little crack that he might not be suffocated.

Then he laid his ear to the floor and listened intently. From below
came the faint sound of German voices.

Hal ran an exploring finger over the floor of the closet. His finger
felt a little hole, and changing his position the boy saw a very small
opening in the floor. He put his eye to the hole and peered down, and
as he made out the figures in the room below he chuckled softly to
himself.

The first man upon whom he laid his eyes was Count Von Moltke,
commander-in-chief of all the German armies, and who, upon one
occasion, had saved him from death before a firing squad.

"Wonder what he would say if he could see me now?" Hal asked himself.

His gaze roved over the room, and there at one end of the table sat an
imposing figure in gold-trimmed military uniform, sword between his
knees, a fierce military mustache curling upward.

There was no mistaking this figure. It was Wilhelm II, Emperor of
Germany!




CHAPTER XXII.

THE KAISER.


In spite of the fact that Hal had sure sense that Emperor Wilhelm
would be in the room below, he felt a peculiar thrill creep over him
as he made out the imposing figure of "The War Lord of Europe." He
whistled softly to himself.

"Great Scott!" he ejaculated, and then looked long and silently.

"To think," he said to himself after a long pause, "that he is
primarily responsible for this great war, with its toll of thousands
of lives and the destruction of property worth millions of dollars."

Unconsciously, almost, he drew his revolver, and pointed it straight
at the War Lord's breast.

"With one little movement of my finger," said the lad softly to
himself, "I could snuff out the life of the man who has already sent
thousands to their death. One shot, and----"

His fingers tightened on the trigger, but for a moment only. Then he
lowered his weapon, and a moment later dropped it back in his pocket,
while he wiped away little beads of perspiration that had gathered on
his brow.

"It's no use," he told himself, "I couldn't do it if I wanted to."

Wilhelm II, Emperor of the German Empire and War Lord of Europe, will
never know how close he was to death at that moment!

Now the voices of the officers in the room below became louder, and by
straining his ears the lad could make out what they were saying.

"If," came a voice from below, and Hal recognized it as that of Count
Von Moltke, "if we can draw the British to this point, we can cut them
off from their French support and annihilate them. And----"

"And," came the voice of the Kaiser himself, "we can, then, by a quick
turning move, take the French by surprise and our victory will be
complete."

"Exactly, sire," came Count Von Moltke's voice again.

"But, sire," said a third voice, "what have we to warrant that the
English will accept our bait?"

The Emperor did not reply immediately, and Count Von Moltke broke in
again.

"We will make a strong showing on the eastern shore of the Marne," he
said, "and will retire slowly before the British. As they come on,
flushed with apparent victory, Von Kluck will take them on the left
flank. We shall cut them to pieces."

"The plan sounds well to me," came the voice of the Kaiser again.
"General Von Kluck, how soon can you be in readiness to execute this
coup?"

"Not before day after to-morrow, sire," was the reply. "It will take
me that long to bring my men to the designated point, at the same time
keeping the British unaware of their withdrawal."

"And how many men will you be able to bring?" asked the Kaiser.

"Half a million, sire."

"Leaving how many in their present position, as a screen?"

"Very few, sire. Hardly more than 50,000 men."

The Kaiser growled something, unintelligible to Hal, into his
mustache. Then he spoke aloud:

"If the British were aware of that," he said, "by a quick advance they
would place us at a tremendous disadvantage."

"So they would, sire," agreed General Von Kluck. "But it must be seen
that they do not anticipate our plan."

"In that event," came the Emperor's reply, "it will be necessary for
that part of your force which is left to make a show of strength at
the same moment the mass of your command is withdrawn."

"Exactly what I had figured upon, sire."

"Good; but you say it is impossible for you to be ready until the day
after to-morrow. In that event, we must hold the English in their
present positions at all costs. A premature advance on their part,
while we would undoubtedly repulse it, would mean the ruination of our
coup. See to it, gentlemen, that there is no leak."

"There shall be none, sire," came a chorus of officers.

"Very well. But I had had my mind set on being in Paris long ere this.
Had it not been for the interference of these English--and these
starving Belgians, I would be there now," and the Kaiser's voice grew
harsh. "They must be crushed," and he struck the table a heavy blow
with his clenched fist.

"And crushed they shall be, sire," said Count Von Moltke soothingly.
"It is only a question of time."

"Well, you have been long enough doing it," came the Emperor's angry
voice. "See that you do not fail me again. If you do----"

He broke off, but his silence was more menacing than any threat he
might have uttered.

There was the sound of chairs scraping on the floor, and a moment
later of heavy footsteps. Hal, in his hiding place, knew that the
German officers were leaving the house.

"By George!" the lad muttered to himself, "Wilhelm must be a holy
terror. I'll bet Von Kluck, Von Moltke and all the rest are due for a
terrible wigging, for I'm here to see that this plot fails."

Hal waited patiently for perhaps half an hour, and then, feeling
certain that the coast was clear, emerged from his hiding place. He
was just lowering himself from the window by which he had entered
when, from almost below him, there was a loud scream.

Glancing down, Hal beheld the pale face of the woman who had given
them food only a short time before. Fearing that the Emperor and his
officers might be attracted by her screams, Hal dropped quickly to the
ground, and an instant later had his hand clapped over the woman's
mouth.

"Quiet!" he commanded in a harsh voice. "If you make no noise you
shall not be harmed. Otherwise----" he paused significantly.

The woman shuddered once or twice, but she uttered no further sound.

"Go into the house," Hal commanded, and followed her.

"I guess I had better tie you up for safe keeping," the lad muttered
to himself. "I can't afford to be interfered with now."

He found a piece of rope, and, making a gag out of a napkin, gagged
and bound her securely. Then he placed her gently in a chair.

"You will have to sit there until someone comes along to free you," he
told her. "I hope it won't be long, for your sake, but I can't afford
to take any chances with you."

He left the house; and as he turned his eyes toward the spot where he
had so lately left his friends, his heart sank.

Chester, Lieutenant Anderson and the three troopers were running
toward him as fast as their legs would carry them, closely pursued by
a band of mounted Germans. Even at this distance Hal could make out
the forms of Count Von Moltke, and, yes, Emperor Wilhelm himself!

With the high German officers came a little troop of mounted soldiers,
evidently, Hal thought, an escort, that had been left some distance
behind while the Emperor and his officers discussed their plans in the
farmhouse. In all, there were twelve horsemen dashing after the
fugitives.

Now his friends came up with him, and Hal, believing as did his
friends that discretion was the better part of valor, also turned and
ran. Several shots rang out, but none was touched and they did not
pause to reply.

"Just wait till we get back to our own men," thought Hal to himself as
he ran along, "that is, if we can make it."

But help came unexpectedly. Bristow, the man who had been left in
charge of the little band of English, hearing the sound of firing, had
crawled forward to investigate. He made out the figures flying toward
him and recognized them instantly; also, he saw the pursuing horsemen.

Quickly he returned to his men, and at a word they all dashed forward.
This reinforcement arrived not a moment too soon, for the horsemen
were overhauling the fugitives rapidly.

When the fugitives saw their own men approaching they stopped in their
mad flight, drew their revolvers and fired at the pursuers with almost
a single movement.

The horses of the Germans came to a sudden halt, being pulled up on
their haunches, so forcibly did their riders bring them to a stop. A
moment later the pursuers themselves were in full flight.

Hal laughed loudly to himself, and so great became his mirth that he
was forced to hold his sides.

"What on earth is the matter with you?" demanded Chester in great
surprise. "What are you laughing at?"

"Why," explained Hal, between bursts of laughter, "I am laughing at
the sight of Emperor Wilhelm II, War Lord of Europe, flying as if the
evil one himself were after him!"




CHAPTER XXIII.

WITHIN THE ENEMY'S LINES.


Briefly now Hal recounted to his two friends what he had overheard in
the farmhouse, pointing out the danger that threatened the allied
armies. When he had concluded he said:

"Now I have another plan, and I want to know if you, Chester, and you,
Lieutenant Anderson, will follow my instructions?"

"Certainly," said the lieutenant.

"You know I will, Hal," said Chester.

"All right, then. What I want you to do is this: Return and report to
General French what I have just told you. Take the men with you.
That's all."

"But you?" demanded Chester; "aren't you coming, too? Surely you have
accomplished the mission successfully."

"No," replied Hal. "In this German uniform I believe I shall be
perfectly safe on this side, and I am going to try and gain further
information. It may be that I can learn something that will be
important."

"Then I shall go with you," declared Chester.

"And I, too," said Lieutenant Anderson.

"Oh, no you won't," said Hal grimly. "Didn't you just promise to obey
my commands, both of you?"

"But we didn't know what you planned to do," said Chester.

"I know you didn't," said Hal. "That is why I asked your promises
before I told you."

"But I don't think it is fair," protested Chester.

"I don't care what you think," replied Hal. "You have both promised,
so that's all there is about it."

In vain did Chester and Lieutenant Anderson protest. Hal was firm.

"Come, now," he said at last. "You are making it more dangerous for me
every moment you stand here arguing about it. Get in the boats and
return at once."

Slowly Chester and Lieutenant Anderson complied with his request. The
men already were in the boats, and Hal stood and watched them row
away.

"I shall be back some time to-night or in the morning," he called to
Chester; "but," and he smiled grimly to himself, "if I were you, I
wouldn't wait up for me."

Chester and Lieutenant Anderson waved their hands in reply, and with
one last look Hal turned and made his way back in the direction of the
farmhouse.

He walked by the house without stopping, for he had no mind to linger
long in that vicinity.

"The quicker I find the main army and lose myself among the rest of
the officers the better off I shall be," he told himself.

He espied a small squadron of Germans approaching him at a quick trot.
Making sure that his revolvers were ready for instant action, the lad
trudged bravely on. The mounted troops passed him at a distance of
perhaps a hundred yards, and the officer in command waved his sword in
greeting as they went by.

"So far, so good," muttered the lad to himself.

Small bodies of troops passed him at more frequent intervals now. But
feeling perfectly safe in his German uniform, with shoulder straps of
captain, the lad continued boldly on.

At last, some distance ahead, he made out a large encampment.

"Guess this is the place I am headed for," he told himself.

He approached boldly and soon mingled with the German officers, who
were taking life easy, war, seemingly, being far from their thoughts.
The place, to Hal, looked as if it might be a drill ground, with a
large body of troops on parade.

He walked about for an hour or more and was not challenged once,
although once or twice passing officers nodded pleasantly to him.

"Either they mistake me for someone else, or they are a very pleasant
and courteous set," the lad told himself. "However, I didn't come here
to learn how they behave themselves. I won't get any information this
way. I wonder who is in command here, but I can't afford to ask."

Continuing his stroll, he at last mingled with a crowd of officers who
were idling about talking.

"I heard General Beulow say that we were likely to be ordered forward
within a few hours," said one of the group of officers.

"So?" questioned another. "I had forgotten that you are now a member
of his staff."

"What's up, do you know?"

"Nothing that I can talk about," replied the other with a pleasant
smile.

"All right," said another. "The sooner the better."

The little group broke up and Hal continued his stroll.

"Good," he said to himself. "At least I have learned that General
Beulow is in command here."

And he had learned not a moment too soon, as it turned out.

At that moment an officer approached him.

"I can't seem to place you," he said. "Is your regiment here?"

"No," returned Hal, in excellent German, without the slightest accent.
"I am attached to General Von Kluck's command. I came here with him
to-day."

"Oh," said the German officer, "then you are on his staff?"

"Yes."

"In that event I am in luck. Evidently you are the very man I have
been sent to seek. You are Captain Dersam?"

Hal took a long chance.

"Yes," he replied.

"Good," said the German officer. "Come to my quarters. I have
documents to deliver to you."

Hal followed the German officer to the latter's tent. There the German
took from a small express box a small package of papers, which he
placed in the lad's hands.

"These," he said, "you are to deliver to General Von Kluck. I suppose
you knew that he had already returned to his command?"

"Yes," replied Hal firmly. "I was simply waiting for these. My horse
is yonder," and he waved his hand.

"Oh," continued the German. "Then perhaps you know that Von Kluck, Von
Moltke and the Emperor himself had a brush with a bunch of British or
French spies a while back. The Emperor was much put out. He believed
that information of an expected coup had leaked out, so all generals
were hurried back to their posts to see that everything was
shipshape."

"Yes," said Hal briefly; "I know."

He placed the papers in his pocket.

"Auf Wiedersehen," said the German officer, bowing Hal from his tent.
"Your orders are to put those papers into General Von Kluck's hands at
the earliest possible moment."

"It shall be done," said Hal as he walked rapidly away.

"Great Scott!" he said to himself. "I am in luck. I wouldn't be
surprised if these papers were orders concerning the movement which I
overheard in the farmhouse."

Quickly he sought out a quiet spot, and broke the Imperial seal. It
was even as he had expected--only more. For the papers contained the
present troop positions, their expected movements and the number of
men and how stationed.

Hal whistled softly to himself.

"Won't General French be surprised when he sees these?" he said
softly. "Now to get back."

It was growing dusk, and as Hal walked along toward the outposts in
the direction from which he had so recently come, he whistled blithely
to himself. It was a mission well done, and the lad, although by no
means egotistical, was well aware of it.

He passed the farthest outpost of the camp unchallenged, and made off
in the darkness. Then, still feeling safe in his German uniform, and
more confident at having not been recognized during his stay in the
German camp, he paid no heed to footsteps that were now approaching.

A lantern swung suddenly into his face by a newcomer caused him to
start back in surprise. And even as he did so he made out that the
pair who had accosted him were a man and woman.

And what is more he also recognized the woman. It was she whom he had
so recently bound in the farmhouse. And her cry made it apparent that
she had recognized him as well.

"It is he!" she exclaimed in a loud voice.




CHAPTER XXIV.

A COLD SWIM.


Before Hal could recover his composure, which had left him at being so
suddenly accosted, the woman had thrown her arms around his neck,
pinioning his hands to his side. He tried to shake himself loose
without hurting the woman, but so tight was her grasp that he was
unable to do so.

The man who was with her came to her assistance, dodging around the
struggling pair with his revolver reversed, held ready to strike. But
the woman herself prevented this, for he was unable to bring the butt
of the weapon down on the lad's head without the imminent risk of
injuring the woman.

Hal contrived to keep the woman between the man and himself, until he
had decided just what course to pursue. He had now freed his hands,
and awaited an auspicious moment to spring upon his enemy.

It came at last. Suddenly hurling the woman violently from him, Hal
leaped forward and, catching his opponent off his balance, struck out
swiftly with his bare fist. There was a sharp "spat" and the man fell
to the ground.

Hal turned to run, but found himself opposed by the woman, who pointed
the revolver at his head. She held the weapon in a steady hand, and
the lad realized that a miss at that close range was utterly
impossible.

"Hands up!" commanded the woman.

Hal temporized.

"Now see here----" he began.

The woman interrupted.

"Hands up!" she commanded again.

This time Hal obeyed, for he knew by the hard ring in the woman's
voice that she was not to be trifled with.

"About face," commanded his captor.

Hal did as ordered.

"Now," continued the woman, "you will march on ahead of me, and,
remember, at the first false move I shall fire."

Without a word Hal turned and started away, the woman but a few paces
behind him. But Hal was of no mind to be taken back to the German
camp. He realized clearly what fate awaited him there.

His nimble wit was at work as he walked along, and he finally hit upon
a plan. It was not without danger, but the lad figured he might just
as well be shot then and there as to be put to death as a spy.

As he walked along he seemingly tripped over some unseen obstacle. In
attempting to regain his balance he reeled backward. The woman by this
time was right upon him.

Unable to tell whether he had really tripped or whether it was a ruse,
she stood undecided a moment. That moment proved her undoing. For Hal,
spinning on his heel, swept the revolver from her outstretched hand,
and with a quick leap seized it himself.

"Now, madam," he said calmly. "I shall give you just thirty seconds to
get away from here. If you have not put a considerable distance
between us by the time the thirty seconds have expired, I shall be
forced to use this weapon, much as I should dislike to shoot a lady. I
am on important business and it brooks of no delay. Neither shall one
life stand in the way."

The woman took one quick look at him, then turned and ran.

"I am glad she believed me," said Hal to himself. "I don't believe I
could have brought myself to shoot."

He turned and walked back to the spot where he had placed one of his
opponents hors de combat.

The latter was just struggling to his feet, and as Hal approached he
sprang forward.

"What! haven't you had enough yet?" asked the lad in well simulated
surprise. "Well, here's some more then."

He stepped quickly forward, and feinting with his left, drove his
right fist squarely into the German's mouth. It was more than flesh
and blood could stand, and once more the German toppled to the ground,
where he remained, unconscious.

"Now to get back across the river," said Hal to himself. "Wonder if I
can find a boat of some kind."

He walked slowly along the bank, keeping a keen eye out for any kind
of a craft in which to make the trip. He could find none; but, from
the direction of the great German camp, came the sound of excited
voices and the trampling of many feet.

"Great Scott! Here they come," exclaimed Hal aloud. "I guess it's up
to me to get away from here pretty quick."

Without a moment's hesitation he advanced to the water's edge and
plunged into the stream. The water was icy cold, and Hal's breath was
taken away by the suddenness of the shock.

He recovered himself in a moment, however, and struck out for the
opposite shore. About half way across he became aware of voices on the
shore immediately behind him.

"I don't believe there is anyone there," said a voice.

"The woman is a spy herself, that's my belief," said a second. "She
has concocted this story as an excuse for her being abroad at this
hour. I certainly don't believe there is a spy on this side of the
river."

"Nor I; however, if he is in that water we can spot him with a
searchlight. Turn yours on."

Hearing the words, Hal took a long breath and sank from sight. It was
well that he did so promptly, for a brilliant shaft of light flashed
across the water, making it as bright as day. The German swept it back
and forth across the water. He could see no one.

"I told you so," he said. "There is no one out there. Come, let's get
away from here."

"Good," returned the other. "Come on."

Hal remained under the water just as long as he could and came to the
surface as the Germans turned to walk off, ready to take another quick
breath and dive again. But seeing no sign of the searchlight, he
rightly concluded that the Germans, who had been but half-hearted in
their search anyhow, had gone.

Treading water he listened intently for a few moments, and then made
out the sound of retreating footsteps.

"Well," he said to himself at last, "I guess they have gone. Now to
get out of here as soon as I can. I'll be frozen if I don't hurry."

With quick strokes he continued his cold swim, and soon emerged upon
the farther shore. He made out the form of a dark figure some distance
away, and hurried toward it, remarking to himself:

"Looks like a sentinel. I'll get a match from him and build a fire and
get thawed out before I continue my journey."

He approached to within a few yards of the figure before his presence
was noted. Then the sentinel, for such he proved to be, hearing
footsteps behind him, turned suddenly and leveled his rifle at Hal.

"Halt!" he commanded.

"It's all right," said Hal. "I'm English."

"Come a little closer and let me look at you," said the sentinel, not
lowering his weapon.

Hal did as commanded. Suddenly the sentinel made out the German
uniform and his rifle leaped up again.

"So," he exclaimed. "You Dutchman! You thought you'd fool me, did you?
You are my prisoner. One false move and you are a dead man."

"Don't be a chump," said Hal, his teeth chattering from cold. "I tell
you I'm English. Can't you tell that by my talk? What do you think I
am? A German?"

"Well," said the sentinel, "what do you think I would take you for in
that German uniform?"

Now Hal understood, and in spite of the cold he laughed.

"I don't blame you," he said. "I forgot all about this uniform. But I
can assure you I'm English. I've been over the river getting a little
information."

"Well," said the sentinel, by no means assured that Hal was what he
represented himself. "I'll let the colonel decide that point. March
ahead of me now, and mind, no tricks, unless you want a bullet in your
back."

"All right," said Hal shortly, "as long as you can't take my word for
it, I suppose I shall have to go with you."

He walked along some little distance, the sentinel behind him with
leveled rifle, before he came to the tent of the officer in charge of
what he now saw was a reconnoitering force.

"My name is Paine," he informed the colonel. "I have been across the
river within the German lines on a mission for General French. I have
accomplished it and was returning when this sentinel accosted me. I
can show credentials," and he showed the officer a pass signed by the
commander-in-chief.

The officer shook hands with him.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"I must be back at the earliest possible moment," said Hal. "Have you
a fast auto?"

"Yes."

"Then I should be grateful if you would allow me to make use of it."

"It shall be done," said the officer. "Now you sit here by the fire
while I have it put in readiness. You are half frozen."

"Thanks," replied Hal. "I am. But I haven't very long to stay. Please
have the car ready as soon as possible. And if you can spare a driver
I shall be glad of his services. I don't believe I could drive the car
any great distance."

"You shall have him," agreed the officer, and left the tent. Hal
huddled up close to the little fire.




CHAPTER XXV.

THE GERMAN COUP FAILS.


Wrapped tightly in a great fur overcoat that the officer had insisted
on lending him, Hal snuggled back comfortably in the large automobile
as it sped over the ground toward General French's headquarters.

The chauffeur was a speed demon and the huge machine covered the
ground much more quickly than the one in which the little party of
British had started on their mission. It was not long, therefore,
before the lad found himself descending from the car. Another moment
and he once more stood before his commander.

"So, you got back safely, eh," exclaimed General French. "Young
Crawford gave me your report, and I was afraid that you would be
captured. Did you learn anything further?"

"Yes, sir," Hal made reply. "I have learned the number of men in each
command, their positions and all details."

"What!" exclaimed General French in great surprise.

"Yes, sir," continued Hal, and reaching in his pocket he drew out the
documents given him by the German officer. "Here they are, sir."

General French took the papers from the lad's hand, and glanced at
them quickly. After a brief perusal, he laid his hand on Hal's
shoulder.

"You have done well," he said quietly. "I shall not forget it. You
may go now, for I doubt not that your friend is greatly worried over
you. I will say this: You have rendered an invaluable service to
England--one that the King shall hear of. I have already taken steps
to thwart this German coup, and if we are successful the credit will
be mainly due you."

Hal saluted and with glowing heart left the general's tent.

"Now to find Chester," he said.

He had little difficulty in doing this, for Chester was still making
his quarters with Lieutenant Anderson. Approaching the lieutenant's
tent, Hal walked up cautiously.

"I want to surprise them," he told himself.

Inside he heard the sound of voices, and he paused to listen.

"I'm afraid he won't ever get back," came Chester's voice. "I should
have insisted on accompanying him. I shouldn't have let him go alone."

"Still," said Lieutenant Anderson, "he was in command. We had to obey
him."

"That is true," replied Chester, "but just the same if ill befalls
him I shall feel that I am partly to blame. Besides, we had the
information we went after. What had he to gain by staying and putting
himself in the enemy's power?"

Stepping quietly into the tent, Hal advanced to the center before he
was observed.

"A whole lot, Chester," he said quietly.

Chester and Lieutenant Anderson were upon their feet in an instant,
and one had him by either hand, wringing it enthusiastically.

"Stop it, stop it," laughed Hal. "You'll wring my arms off."

"And so you are back safely," said Chester, looking long at his
friend.

"Yes, I'm back," said Hal.

"And what did you learn? Anything else?"

"Lots," replied Hal, "but let me get out of this wet German uniform;"
having done which he plunged into a story of his experiences after
they had left until his return to General French's tent.

"And General French says," he concluded, "that steps have been taken
to spoil the Kaiser's plan."

"Good," said Chester and Lieutenant Anderson in one voice.

"Well," said Chester, after some further talk, "I guess we might as
well turn in. Anderson and I were unable to sleep because you had not
returned. We can rest easier now."

Almost completely exhausted, the three were soon slumbering deeply.
The day's work had been strenuous indeed, and there is no telling how
long they would have slept on had not the sound of a bugle, calling
"To arms!" roused them.

Quickly they leaped up, and throwing on what few clothes they had
removed, were soon at their posts. The whole army was ready to move at
a moment's notice.

The first glimmer of the morning sun appeared over the horizon as the
command for a general advance rang out. Slowly at first, then faster,
the great British fighting machine moved on, squadron upon squadron of
cavalry leading the way.

There were no bridges across the little river, nor were there boats
enough to carry the army across. But under the direction of skillful
engineers, the best in the world, pontoon bridges sprang up as if by
magic. Before the Germans were fully aware of what was going on,
several thousand men had been hurled across the little stream.

These--advancing in the face of the overwhelming force of Germans,
rushed forward to check them--fought off the enemy while other British
troops were poured over the Marne. Desperately did the Germans try to
drive them back. Time after time they charged, only to be hurled back
again by the British horsemen, and the infantry that now had had time
to form after crossing the river.

Artillery was brought into action to force the British back across
the little stream. But it was no use. The Germans had been caught
unprepared. Already Gen. Von Kluck had weakened his defense by sending
some of his men south to take their places in the force with which the
Kaiser and his generals expected to execute their great coup.

Evidently the danger of a sudden attack had not been anticipated by
the German general staff. That the British, without the support of
their French allies, farther to the south, would take the offensive,
was a factor that had apparently been overlooked.

The surprise was practically complete. The British army on the
continent at this time numbered slightly more than 100,000 men.
Probably two-thirds of this whole force was hurled across the Marne in
this battle, which, starting as a skirmish, soon grew into one of the
fiercest and bloodiest struggles of history.

Scotch Highlanders, Irish troops, Sikh legions, recently arrived from
India, British troops from other of her foreign possessions and the
English themselves stood shoulder to shoulder, fighting nobly and
driving back the foe.

But the Germans contested every inch of the ground. Outnumbering the
British as they did, however, they were slowly compelled to retreat,
the British pursuing them relentlessly.

Apparently it was not General French's plan to push the battle too
strongly now. It was merely his intention to deliver such a blow as
would make the coup planned by the Germans impracticable.

For seven solid hours the battle for the opposite shore of the Marne
continued, both sides fighting desperately and heroically. Then, as
the Germans continued to retreat, General French called a halt. The
British fell to work digging trenches in the recently won ground, and
preparing to resist an attack should one be delivered.

This first skirmish on the eastern banks of the Marne, while possibly
unimportant, when viewed in the light of later events, became one of
the greatest factors in the offensive movements of the Allies.

Now that the English had obtained a foothold upon the opposite side
they did not relinquish it, in spite of heavy assaults made by the
Kaiser's troops in the days that were to follow. Passage across the
stream for the rest of the allied army was now comparatively easy, for
the English, already having a foothold, stood ready to drive off the
Germans as reinforcements crossed.

And if the action at the Marne was one of the deciding factors in the
offensive movement of the Allies, the credit of it is undoubtedly due
largely to Chester and Hal, who, at the risk of their own lives,
enabled the British troops to catch the Germans in their own trap.

That the boys' value in this important battle was recognized, is
evidenced by the fact, that, when the army once more had come to a
halt, General French summoned the two lads to him, and with a hand on
the shoulder of each, and his whole staff grouped about him, said:

"You have done well! England is proud of her kinsmen!"




CHAPTER XXVI.

TRAPPED.


It was two days later. The battle was raging fiercely. On all sides
men were dropping singly, in pairs, in tens and in hundreds. Since
early morning, when an advance guard of Germans had approached the
British line, the struggle had continued without a minute's breathing
space.

Gradually giving way before the English attacks, the German troops
fell back mile after mile, the English, in the section of the field
where the fighting had been going on, pursuing them closely. Unmindful
of their support on either side, the British still pressed forward,
until now they were far beyond either flank.

Suddenly from either side of the English troops came a thundering
volley. Taken by surprise, the British halted suddenly, while men
tumbled to the earth on every hand.

Before the officer in command could give the order to fall back, a
force of Germans was hurled into their rear, completely cutting them
off from any possible hope of aid from that direction. A thousand men
were in this little force now completely surrounded.

But the officer in command of the British was not of the caliber to
surrender. He was a typical son of Albion, a fighting man, none other
than Captain Harry Anderson, whose part in the expedition across the
Marne had raised him to that rank.

Advancing with his command, he soon found himself the ranking officer
still on his feet. Hal and Chester, who the night before had shared
his quarters, at the call to arms had plunged into the thick of the
conflict alongside the gallant captain. In spite of the terrific
carnage, in spite of the shot and shell that fell about them, they had
so far escaped injury.

Perceiving that retreat was cut off, Captain Anderson conceived a
possible escape. With a loud cry of "Forward!" to his men, he dashed
right into the face of a terrible rifle and artillery fire.

Men dropped as though mowed down by the wind, but the little column
halted not. They had spread out, fan-wise, at the command of Captain
Anderson, to avoid as much as possible the sweeping fire of the
Germans, and they now pressed forward at a run.

Completely surprised at this sudden charge by the little body of men,
that the German officers evidently believed entirely in their power,
and still more surprised by their desperate offense in the face of
overwhelming odds, the Germans, for a moment, gave way.

That moment was enough for the success of Captain Anderson's strategy.
At the point of the bayonet the British burst through the German line,
dealing out death on every hand as they did so. A moment and the
Germans rallied, but it was too late.

The British were now through the barrier of steel, and had taken
refuge behind a little ridge. And now the reason for the captain's
sudden charge became apparent.

Directly ahead was a large house, and for this refuge the British
dashed madly. The first man to reach the door tried the knob. The door
was locked. From behind came the plod of the heavy German feet and the
sharp crack of rifles.

There was not a moment to lose. With a swift blow of his rifle butt,
the British soldier smashed in the door, and into this opening the
troops poured. A second squad had dashed around to the rear of the
house and performed a similar operation. In less time than it takes to
tell it injured and uninjured alike were in the house. The ground
outside, however, was strewn with their companions.

Quickly every window in the house was manned, the doors barred. And
the British stood silently awaiting the approach of the enemy, which
they knew would come in a very few minutes.

"If it were not for the artillery we could hold this place
indefinitely," said Captain Anderson.

"Yes," agreed Chester; "or, if we can manage to hold out till night,
we may be able to get away."

"It is possible, too," said Hal, "that our absence will be noticed and
aid sent to us."

"I'm not banking much on that," replied Captain Anderson, "for, if we
are missed, our loss probably will be put down to the fortunes of war.
It is hardly possible General French would know we are cooped up in
this house."

"That's so," said Chester. "Well, we will have to hold on as long as
we can. That's the best we can do."

"Exactly," agreed Hal quietly.

The three approached the window in front of the house on the second
floor. But, even as they neared it, the rifle of the soldier guarding
it spoke.

"Evidently the siege has begun," said Hal grimly. "Poor fellow!" he
added, as one of the men at the window toppled to the floor, a bullet
in his head.

His place was quickly taken by another, and the battle went on. The
firing became fiercer with each passing moment. The British barred the
windows with chairs, tables, and whatever other articles of furniture
they could find, leaving an opening just large enough to poke their
rifles through.

But even this was not enough to keep out all the German bullets. Still
men fell, though not as fast as before. Captain Anderson assigned Hal
to direct the fire of the British in the front of the first floor and
Chester in the rear. The captain took command of the second floor
himself.

The three were everywhere encouraging the men, seemingly being all
over their respective stations at once. Occasionally, as a man fell,
Hal or Chester would step into the breach and hold the place until
relieved by another soldier.

Noon came and went, and still the fighting continued. Apparently, thus
far, the Germans had not conceived the idea of battering the house to
pieces with their big field guns. Evidently they thought they could
take it without this trouble.

And now darkness drew on. The German fire had played havoc with the
defenders, but, if they had suffered severely, the enemy's loss,
exposed as they were to the grilling fire from the house, had been
enormous.

Night fell, and with it came a lull in the firing. Hal took advantage
of this respite to hurry upstairs for a word with Captain Anderson. As
they conversed in low tones, they were startled by an outcry from the
floor below.

Hurriedly descending the stairs, they beheld the cause of the
commotion. Struggling in Chester's arms was a man in civilian garb.

"I caught him just as he was about to open the front door," Chester
explained.

The man's struggles were soon quieted, and he stood before Captain
Anderson, pale and trembling.

"What are you doing here?" demanded the latter.

"I was hiding in the cellar," said the man in a shaking voice. "When
you English burst in I didn't know what to do. I remained in my
hiding-place until there was a lull in the fighting. I was afraid I
would be killed if I was found, so I tried to get out the first time I
thought I had a chance."

Captain Anderson looked at him queerly.

"Surely you are not a German?" he asked.

"No, sir," was the reply, "I am French."

"Then what need had you to be afraid of us?"

"Well, you see, sir," was the nervous reply, "I am a peace-loving man.
I don't want to fight, and I won't fight if I can help it."

"A nice specimen of a Frenchman, to be sure," said the captain, with a
sneer. "If you are such a peace-loving man, how does it happen we find
you here? Why haven't you fled with the rest of the old women and
children?"

"Well, you see, sir," quavered the man, "I have been hiding here. I
was afraid that if I went to Paris I would be forced to fight."

"And you have been hiding here ever since war broke out?"

"Yes, sir. I have a nice hiding-place downstairs," and he rubbed his
hands in satisfaction.

"And you were not discovered by the Germans?"

"No, sir; and a party of officers were here only yesterday."

"Then, no doubt, you heard their plans. Perhaps you can give us
important information?"

"I could, yes, sir," was the reply. "But, if I do, will there be any
pay for me?"

The captain was taken by surprise.

"And you call yourself a Frenchman," he said in contempt. He took a
threatening step forward. "No," he said angrily, "there will be no
pay, but I can promise you that if you don't tell what you know you
will be shot right here and now."

"Oh, sir, you wouldn't do that," said the man in a wheedling voice.

"Wouldn't I?" exclaimed the captain. "You shall see."

He turned to his men, and, in response to a signal, two of them
approached the Frenchman. But the stern tone had convinced the man
that the officer meant what he said.

"I'll tell, sir," he cried, falling on his knees.

Captain Anderson waved his men away.

"Very well," he said coldly, "and see that you make no mistake. If
your information is of no value you shall be shot anyhow."

"But it is, sir," protested the Frenchman.

"All right. Then let's have it."

"The Germans are planning an aëroplane raid on the English," said the
man, in a low voice. "There is a park of aëroplanes hardly two miles
from here, on the road leading to Viviers. They are ready for instant
flight."

"What!" exclaimed Captain Anderson. "Are you sure?"

"Perfectly," was the reply. "I heard the German officers talking of it
only yesterday. They said it would deal a death-blow to the English."

"And so it would," said the captain, "unless it can be stopped."

Hal broke suddenly into the conversation.

"Can you point the approximate whereabouts of this park of machines
out to us?" he asked.

"Easily, sir."

"What's your idea?" asked Captain Anderson.

"Simply this," said Hal. "I believe that by a dash we can get through
the Germans. They will not expect it, and, if they did, would not
expect us to go forward. Consequently, the guard in front is not
likely to be vigilant. We have enough men here to make a successful
raid on these machines and destroy them."

"A first-class idea," said the captain. "We'll do it."




CHAPTER XXVII.

A DEED OF DARING.


Quickly the captain formed and outlined a plan. Then, gathering his
men behind him at the door, he prepared for a sortie. Among the troops
were a few engineers, the captain ascertained upon inquiry, and these
he placed at the extreme rear of the little body.

When all was ready, the captain opened the doors and stepped out. Hal
and Chester were right behind him. It was very dark, and, as there was
no light in the house, Germans who were on guard, being a considerable
distance back to avoid the fire of the British defenders, did not at
first make out the forms flitting silently from the house.

Half the little troop had emerged before a single rifle shot, followed
by a volley, gave notice that they had been discovered. Then, at a
word from Captain Anderson, the British charged right at their enemy.

Not a shot was fired until they were at close quarters, in spite of
the fact that the German fire was not ineffective. Then, as the men
spread out in a long line, they blazed forth their answer, and, hard
upon this, charged with the bayonet.

Apparently the Germans had not prepared for such a move on the part of
the enemy, for they gave ground rapidly. The skirmish was brief, with
success to the British.

The Germans in flight, Captain Anderson, Hal and Chester soon found
the Viviers road, and led their men along at double time. The two
miles were covered quickly, and finally the three could make out in
the darkness what appeared to be a factory. Closer approach showed
that this what it was.

"Must be a temporary affair," said Captain Anderson, in a low voice.
"And what are those objects nearby?"

Hal peered through the darkness.

"Look like armored automobiles to me," he said.

"And so they are," declared Chester. "And there must be twenty of
them. Seems to me an act of providence must have put them there. We
couldn't want anything better to escape in."

"You are right," declared the captain.

The captain now divided his men into three forces, one of which he
commanded, the other two being led by Hal and Chester.

The first column approached to within fifty yards of the automobiles
before being discovered. Then the cry of a German sentry rang out.

At the word of command, the British opened fire, and again charged
with fixed bayonets. But the German guard was strong, and evidently
had been on the alert against a possible surprise.

A rapid-fire gun stationed near the automobiles opened fire. The first
column of men was literally annihilated, Captain Anderson himself
going to the ground with a severe wound in his chest. Not one of the
troopers reached the automobile.

Seeing what had happened to the first column, Hal and Chester were
more wary. They approached from two directions, and, before the
machine-gun could be turned upon them, were at hand grips with the
enemy.

A squad of men hurled themselves upon the German gunners, and this
weapon spoke no more. Then the British advanced upon the aviators, who
stood near to guard their machines.

Both sides were fighting in small groups, and at once began a fierce
interchange of shots at a distance of fifteen yards. The airmen, who
were crouching along the edge of the road, answered the British fire
with great bravery and vigor.

While this fighting was in progress, the detachments of engineers,
which had been in the extreme rear of the British columns, armed with
improvised tools, hurled themselves upon the aëroplanes. With sure
blows from their rifle butts, and whatever other implements they
could lay hands on nearby, they destroyed the motors, the gasoline
reservoirs and the running gear of the German machines.

At this moment one of the armored automobiles burst into flames. A
fierce red glare shot high into the air, lighting up the scene of
carnage with great brilliancy.

While the little column commanded by Chester now withdrew a short
distance, the lad having ordered this in the hope that he might
find Captain Anderson still alive, Hal, with the comparatively few
remaining men, advanced to one of the armored automobiles, in which
stood a German officer, directing his men.

The officer opened fire on these few British with an automatic
revolver. Two men fell. Hal felt a bullet graze his arm, but not
before he had discharged his own weapon against the chest of his
opponent, who fell to the ground, fatally wounded.

A second German, whom Hal had not noticed in the machine before,
brought his rifle butt down over Hal's head. But the lad's quick eye
had seen the descending weapon, and his upraised arm warded off the
blow. His left arm, however, fell to his side numb, and he stumbled
and fell to the ground.

He was up in a moment, and sprang upon the German, one arm still
hanging by his side, and his revolver gone. The German brought his
rifle to bear, but, stepping quickly forward, the lad struck up the
weapon, even as the German pressed the trigger.

With a quick leap Hal was in the automobile, and was grappling with
the German trooper. The German, unable to use his rifle at such close
quarters, struck out with his fist. Hal dodged and his opponent drew
back with a cry of pain. His fist had struck the steel side of the
car, and his arm was now useless.

The two were now on even terms. The German reached out and attempted
to entwine his fingers in Hal's throat, but the lad was too quick for
him. Dodging suddenly, he came up under the other's chin, and sent him
spinning head over heels from the car, so fierce was the contact.

Then the lad turned his eyes to other sections of the field. He could
see no signs of an enemy. Evidently the Germans had had enough, or
were awaiting the arrival of reinforcements before renewing the fight,
for they had no way of determining the strength of the British
attacking party.

In any event, Hal realized that there was no time to lose. Leaping
from the car, he ordered the few men who were left to man the waiting
automobiles, quickly ascertaining that there were enough men capable
of driving them. Then he set out to hunt Chester and Captain Anderson.

He found Chester on his knee, supporting the unconscious form of their
friend.

"Hurry, Chester, get him into this car," he ordered. "We'll have to
get out of here at once."

He helped the men lift the unconscious British officer into one of the
automobiles, leaped in himself, and took the wheel.

Five of the other cars also were ready to go, each containing twenty
men, all that was left of the thousand who had made a dash for the
farmhouse in the morning.

Hal gave his orders slowly and tersely.

"Follow me, single file," he called to his men, "until I give the word
to close up. Then range right alongside of me. We will go as swiftly
as possible, and try to get through the German lines without a fight,
if by any chance it is possible. However, if we have to make a quick
dash and fight, it would be better to do it side by side, and plow
right into the enemy. Do you understand?"

The driver of each car signified that he understood perfectly, and Hal
started his car off slowly. The others fell in line, and soon all were
moving along at a brisk pace.

Hal found time to call back over his shoulder to Chester:

"How is the captain?"

"I fear he is in pretty bad shape," was the reply; but, even at that
moment, the captain showed signs of returning consciousness.

He stirred a little and moaned feebly. Then he raised his head.

"Where am I?" he demanded.

Slowly and carefully Chester explained the situation to him.

"And was the raid a success?" he asked. "Were the German aëroplanes
destroyed?"

"Yes, every one of them," replied Chester.

"Good! Now, give me a rifle, or a revolver, or something. I know we
can't get through the Germans without a fight, and I want to do my
part."

In vain did Chester protest. Captain Anderson insisted, and at length
Chester was forced to comply.

As the five automobiles, containing not more than a hundred British
all told, approached the center of the German force, each man
determined to get through to the allied lines or to die in the
attempt.




CHAPTER XXVIII.

A DASH FOR LIBERTY.


Swiftly the high-powered armored motor-cars rushed on, drawing closer
and closer to the solid ranks of the enemy. Not expecting trouble from
within their own lines, the Germans were not on the lookout for this
spectacular dash, and so were caught unprepared.

Hal gave the prearranged signal. The other cars increased their speed
and drew up to him, two on either side. At a second signal they
increased their speed to the utmost, and dashed forward.

The Germans lay sprawled about, the close formation having been more
or less broken following the morning fight. The five speeding monsters
were upon them almost before they realized it. As the cars approached
the first irregular line of troopers, the British in the machines
opened fire. In spite of their terrific speed, their aim was good.
Germans tumbled right and left, or fell back as they attempted to
rise.

Then the machines plowed in among them, hurling them helter-skelter on
all sides, the occupants continuing their destructive fire.

But now the Germans opened fire, and, in spite of the fact that the
speed of the flying automobiles made accurate shooting impossible, the
British did not escape scot-free. Three men in one of the machines to
the left of the one driven by Hal dropped their rifles and sank to the
bottom of the car. In one on the opposite side a soldier threw up his
hands and tumbled from the car.

Hal, protected as he was on either side, had not been touched, nor had
Chester, who stood erect the while, firing rapidly with his automatic.

Suddenly the car nearest the lads on the left swerved, and almost
bumped into them; in fact, would have done so, but for Hal's
promptness in turning slightly to the right. The driver of the car
had been struck by a German bullet and killed.

The driverless machine, swerving suddenly to the left, leaped forward
ahead of the others, turned suddenly to the right again, and plunged
straight toward the dense masses of Germans, the British inside still
shooting as calmly as though they stood on firm ground, although it
was plainly evident to them that the wild car was carrying them to
certain death.

All this the boys could see at a glance, but they quickly passed
beyond, and so did not see the gallant fate of their comrades.

Plunging straight into the dense masses of Germans, the gallant
machine leaped upon them like a thing of life, hurling them off on
all sides, and running amuck over their prostrate forms. Then, with
another sudden turn to the left, it sped directly toward a group of
officers, who stood nearby directing the firing. So sudden was this
unexpected turn that the officers were run down before they could move
from their tracks.

Then the machine darted straight at a German field battery.

It was a fatal move, for a German gunner sprang forward--there was a
fearful roar--a loud explosion, a cloud of smoke, and, when the smoke
had cleared away, there was no automobile to be seen--nothing but
wreckage and a few maimed bodies scattered about.

But Hal and his companions were having troubles of their own. Even at
the moment that the first car disappeared in smoke, the driver of a
second sprang to his feet, waved his arms about, as he wildly gasped
for air, and tumbled overboard. The machine, now wild, turned and
crashed into its nearest neighbor.

There was a terrific crash, and both cars turned turtle. Came a cry
of triumph from the Germans, but Hal and the driver of the other
remaining car paid no heed; rather, if possible, their cars leaped
ahead faster than before.

But the herculean task the lads had set out to accomplish was too
much. In spite of the fact that the Germans had been taken by
surprise, their numbers were so great that the success of such a
dash was impossible.

Straight ahead the boys made out a regiment, drawn up with leveled
rifles. In one last desperate attempt to break through, Hal and the
driver of the other car dashed into them.

A blow from the butt of a German rifle knocked the driver of the
second car from his seat as he swept past, and the machine, turning
round and round, like a huge top, suddenly turned over, pinioning
its occupants beneath it.

A second later and Hal felt a sharp sting in his left hand. In spite
of the desperate attempt he made to keep the machine steady, it rocked
from side to side at the sudden loosening of his hand.

Fearing that all would be killed if he did not stop the machine, the
lad threw off the clutch and applied the brakes. Then, in the center
of a large force of Germans, who came rushing in upon them, the lad
stood up in the machine, and, raising his uninjured hand, shouted:

"We surrender!"

A German officer called a hoarse command, and the long line of
threatening rifles was lowered.

"Come out of there," called the officer, "and be quick about it."

Hal did as commanded, and a moment later Chester also was on the
ground. Turning back to the machine, they tenderly lifted Captain
Anderson out and laid him on the ground. He had fainted during the
wild ride.

Hal turned to the German officer.

"Will you please see that my friend," indicating the captain,
"receives medical attention at once?"

"It shall be done immediately," returned the German officer gravely,
and motioned to two of his men to carry the unconscious captain to a
nearby hospital tent. Then he turned to Hal and Chester.

"Do you know that you have created terrible havoc in our ranks?" he
demanded.

Hal smiled grimly.

"That is what we intended to do," he made reply. "However, we wouldn't
have done so had you permitted us to return to our lines in peace."

The German officer also smiled faintly.

"You are bold lads," he said quietly. "Come, I will take you to
General Von Kluck."

The lads followed the officer, and presently came before the German
commander, the man whose great military genius some days later saved
his wing of the army from probable annihilation.

Standing beside the German commander was another officer, somewhat
younger, recognizing whom, Hal's heart leaped into his throat. This
second officer was none other than the man who, some days before, had
placed in Hal's hands dispatches for General Von Kluck--papers that,
through Hal's bravery, had been turned over to General French, and
had thus foiled the coup planned by the Kaiser himself.

The German recognized Hal almost immediately, in spite of his British
uniform. He stepped forward, and, with a sneering smile, said:

"How do you do, Captain Dersam?"

General Von Kluck, who had been looking silently at the two lads,
turned to the officer.

"You know these prisoners?" he questioned.

"Well, I know one of them," was the reply. "That is, I thought I did
once. It seems that I was mistaken."

"Explain yourself."

"This," said the German, pointing to Hal, "is the young man to whom I
told you I delivered the dispatches intended for you. He represented
himself to me as Captain Dersam, of your staff. Later we found Captain
Dersam gagged and bound on the banks of the Marne. Therefore, this
officer must be a traitor."

General Von Kluck rose to his feet excitedly.

"So," he exclaimed, "you are the man whom we have to thank for the
defeat of our plan, eh?" He turned to the officer. "And you say he
was in German uniform?"

"Yes, sir."

The general turned to Hal.

"Do you know what that means?" he asked.

Hal nodded his head.

"It means," continued the general, "that you are a spy. You shall pay
the penalty."

"But," Hal protested, "I was not captured within your lines in German
uniform nor in disguise. You cannot treat me as a spy."

"I can't, eh?" cried General Von Kluck angrily. "Well, you shall see."

"The boy is right," came a stern voice from behind him, and, turning,
Hal started back in amazement.

"The Emperor!" he cried.

And from other throats in the group came the time-worn salutation:

"_Hoch der Kaiser!_"




CHAPTER XXIX.

GERMAN HOSPITALITY.


"Yes," continued the Emperor of Germany, "the boy is right. He has
spoiled our plans, I will admit; but it takes a brave man to wander
into our lines as he did. It takes a brave one to have made a dash in
the armored cars I have just witnessed; and it takes a brave man to
raid right into the heart of our arms and destroy twenty-five
aëroplanes, as I have no doubt he did."

"What," exclaimed all the German officers in the tent, "the aëroplanes
destroyed?"

"Yes," continued the emperor, "and with them another opportunity to
deal a death-blow to the English." Then, turning to Hal: "I have no
doubt that you were concerned in that--am I right?"

"Yes, your majesty," said the lad.

"I thought so," said the emperor, and he turned again to General Von
Kluck.

"The lad is perfectly right when he says that he was not captured in
disguise. No doubt he was within our lines in German uniform, but, as
he was not captured, he cannot be executed as a spy. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, sire," said General Von Kluck, bowing low.

"It seems to me," went on the Kaiser, "that rather than spend so much
time looking for spies to put to death, it would be advantageous if
some of my officers would expend their energies in looking more
carefully after my interests."

Once more the emperor turned to Hal.

"If I mistake not," he said, "you are an American. Am I right?"

"Yes, sire," said Hal.

"Then how comes it that you are fighting for Great Britain?"

Hal explained the misfortunes by which they had been left in Germany,
and of how, eventually, they had taken service with the Allies.

"And who is your friend?" asked the Kaiser, pointing to Chester.

"Chester Crawford, sire," replied Hal, "my boyhood chum."

"And the wounded man?"

"An English officer, your majesty," said Hal, "and a brave one."

"I have found that all the British are brave," said the Kaiser grimly.
"I was misinformed as to their attitude in this crisis," and the
Kaiser's voice grew harsh; "it was not the only subject on which I was
misinformed."

His words were clearly intended for the officers, more than for Hal.

He was silent for some moments, and then to General Von Kluck:

"General, I will take these lads to my own quarters. I desire to
question them on matters pertaining to their own country. You will
send a guard for them in two hours."

"Yes, sire," said General Von Kluck.

The Kaiser motioned to Hal and Chester.

"Follow me," he commanded.

Surrounded by his personal bodyguard, and with Hal and Chester close
behind him, the emperor made his way to his own handsome and luxurious
field quarters.

Inside the tent he motioned the two lads to seats.

"Now, tell me," he said, "what is the general sentiment in America
toward Germany? Where is the general sympathy in this war?"

He had addressed Hal, so the latter replied, Chester maintaining a
discreet silence.

"We were not in America when the war broke out, your majesty," he
said, "but I believe that I am right when I say that the sympathies
of the United States, generally speaking, are with the Allies."

The Kaiser nodded his head.

"I was afraid so," he said. "But why?"

"As to why, I can't say," replied Hal. "Chiefly, I suppose, because
it is an English-speaking country."

"I suppose that is true," said the emperor, "and still there are many
more persons of German descent in the United States than of any other
nationality. Do the people of the United States believe that Germany
brought about this war?"

"From what I have heard from Canadian officers and some others, I am
afraid they do, your majesty," said Hal.

"It is not true," thundered the Kaiser, bringing his clenched fist
down heavily on the table. "I tell you it is not true. Do you
understand? It is not true. I did all in my power to prevent this war.
It is Czar Nicholas of Russia who is to blame. He and his Slavs would
overrun Germany. But, with the help of God, I shall prevent it. I will
not be called the War Lord of Europe for nothing!"

Hal and Chester were startled at this sudden outburst. Neither
realized that Hal was, perhaps, the only person who had dared to stand
before the German monarch and tell him to his face that he had not the
sympathy of the whole world, and that he was held responsible for the
greatest war of all history.

Now the Kaiser was talking to himself, his fists still clenched, and
he tapped nervously on the table, as he muttered:

"They have lied to me. Yes, they have lied to me. They told me that
few held me to blame, that the sympathy of the world was with me. I
thought they lied then. I am sure of it now."

Suddenly he ceased talking, and turned to the table, where he was soon
engrossed in looking over some papers and maps. So he sat, utterly
disregarding the presence of the two American boys; nor did they
venture to interrupt his profound study, until two hours later General
Von Kluck sent the guard ordered by the Kaiser to take them away. When
the officer in charge of the squad made known his commission, the
emperor signified his consent with a nod of his head. He addressed no
further words to Hal or Chester.

"I am commanded," said the German officer, "to take you to my tent and
see that you are well guarded, until it is decided what disposition is
to be made of you."

In a large and commodious tent the boys were made comfortable, and a
guard stationed around the outside. Then the officer took himself away
to make his report to the general.

"Well," said Chester, "they have got us this time, and I don't see any
way of escape. Here we are, right in the heart of the German army, and
we might just as well be in the Sahara desert, as far as our chances
go of getting back to our own lines."

"Don't be so downhearted," said Hal. "More peculiar things have
happened. We are at least in no danger of being shot. I suppose we
should be thankful for that."

"Yes, I suppose we should," Chester agreed. "But just the same I would
like to be back where we belong."

"Well, you can't tell," said Hal. "We may be able to give them the
slip. However, I would be opposed to any plan that did not have a good
chance of success. For, if we failed, I am sure they would shoot us
without compunction."

"There is no doubt of that," said Chester. "Von Kluck would do it
anyhow, if he didn't fear the heavy hand of the Kaiser. By the way,
what do you think of the Kaiser, anyhow?"

"Well," said Hal slowly, "I believe, in the first place, that he takes
himself too seriously. I believe that he considers himself the chosen
instrument of Heaven to put down the Slavs, to say nothing of the
French and English. He has the mistaken idea that he is a man of
destiny."

"Yes," agreed Chester, "there is no doubt that he thinks he is right
and the whole world wrong."

Further talk was interrupted by the return of the German officer.

"You are to remain here for the next few days," he informed them. "As
the emperor has interested himself in your behalf, General Von Kluck
is awaiting further word from him as to what to do with you. Right
now the emperor will not talk. He is busy with his maps and papers,
and, when he is busy, no one dare disturb him."

"And what do you suppose will be done with us eventually?" asked
Chester.

"Why," was the reply, "I suppose you will be treated as all other
prisoners of war. You probably will be sent to Berlin."

"Back to Berlin!" exclaimed Chester in deep disgust.

"Back to Berlin!" repeated Hal, and he punctured his exclamation with
a long whistle. "Great Scott!"




CHAPTER XXX.

A NEW FRIEND.


It was indeed a sad word to the ears of the two young American lads.
As Hal said, they had had trouble enough getting out of Berlin at the
outbreak of the war, and had almost been forced back to the German
capital once before. To be prisoners of war in Berlin certainly would
be an inglorious finish to their military careers.

"I would rather go to any one other spot on the map," Chester told his
chum. "Berlin! Can you imagine being cooped up there and never even
knowing what is going on?"

"It would be tough," Hal agreed. "And, once there, I am afraid we
would have to stay until after the war. I don't imagine there is much
danger of anyone escaping from that place now."

"Nor I," said Chester. "If we hope to get away, we shall have to do it
before we get to Berlin."

But it seemed that the lads, if they had any hopes of escape, were
doomed to disappointment. They were carefully guarded, and, while they
were made comfortable, there was never a moment that they were not
beneath some watchful eye.

Several times they were allowed to leave their canvas prison and
stroll about outside, but on each of these excursions the German
officer in whose custody they had been placed accompanied them; and
finally from General Von Kluck came the order for them to be sent to
Berlin.

"I sort of hate to see you go," the German officer told them, upon
informing them of their fate. "We have gotten along famously together.
However, I am sure you will be well treated in Berlin, and that when
you are released at the end of the war you will be able to deny some
of the tales of German cruelty to their prisoners."

"From the treatment we already have received we can deny them now,"
said Hal.

"Indeed we can," Chester agreed.

"Come," continued the officer, "what do you say to a little walk
around? You will not start on your journey until to-night."

Accompanied by their guard the boys once more started on an excursion
through the huge German camp. For an hour or more they walked about,
discussing the war in its various phases, but finally the officer told
them that it was time for him to report for duty, and they started
back toward their temporary prison.

As they were walking slowly along a large gray shape came bounding
toward them. Almost in front of them it came to a stop. It was a dog.

Hal reached forth a hand and patted the animal on the head, and the
dog's tail wagged in friendship. But when the German officer also
stretched forth a hand, he uttered a menacing growl.

"He must be one of your French war dogs," said the German with a
laugh, quickly withdrawing his hand. "We have captured a large number
of them, and, in spite of the fact that we treat them as well as we
know how, they will have nothing to do with us."

At that moment another German officer approached the trio, and, as he
came closer, the dog snarled and showed his teeth. The German drew
back his foot, and, before anyone could interfere, kicked the animal
sharply in the ribs.

But the German paid dearly for this act, for, with one quick bound,
the dog leaped upon his assailant, and, snarling fiercely, bore him to
the ground. Hal, Chester and their officer friend jumped quickly
forward, and, after a sharp tussle, succeeded in dragging the dog off,
though not until he had considerably shaken up his victim, even
drawing blood from a wound in his throat.

With a fierce imprecation, the German reached for his revolver, drew
it quickly, and aimed it at the dog. But, before he could pull the
trigger, Chester leaped forward, and, with a quick movement of his
arm, knocked the weapon from the German's hand.

The German turned angrily on the lad.

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded, in a rage.

"You won't shoot him while I am here," cried Chester, also aroused.

"What business is it of yours whether I shoot him or not?"

"You try it again and I'll show you what business it is of mine, if
the whole German army is standing round," shouted Chester furiously.

Hal grabbed his friend by the coat and attempted to pull him back, but
Chester was too angry now to pay any heed, and he stood facing the
German threateningly.

At this point the other officer evidently decided it was time to
interfere.

"Come, come," he said to Chester. "That's enough of this. I am sure
Lieutenant Dennig meant no harm. I'm sure he'll apologize if he has
said or done anything to displease you."

"What! Me apologize?" demanded the German. "And what for, pray?"

"I don't want any apology," declared Chester. "All I want is for him
to understand he can't shoot a dumb animal while I'm around."

"Is that so?" sneered the German, but the boys' guard cut him short.

"Lieutenant Dennig," he said sharply, "you forget yourself. These
prisoners are under my protection and shall not be insulted."

The lieutenant drew himself up sharply, saluted his superior officer,
and walked rapidly away.

"One more enemy," said Chester to Hal, as the man made off.

"Oh, he'll get over it," laughed the boys' guard. "He knows he is in
the wrong--that's what makes him so angry."

The object of this little unpleasantness still stood near, wagging his
tail and looking at the two lads. When they continued their walk
toward their tent, he calmly followed them.

The lads did not notice this, however, until they had entered the
tent, and then Hal espied the nose of their newly-found friend poking
its way in after them. A moment later and the dog was curled up at one
side of the tent, sleeping.

"Looks like there are three of you to guard now, instead of two,"
said the officer. "However, I guess it is all right."

"I wonder if it would be possible," said Chester, struck with a sudden
thought, "for us to take him to Berlin with us?"

"I'll see what can be done about it," replied the officer. "I believe
that I can arrange it all right."

"We certainly would appreciate it," continued Chester, "and, if the
time ever comes when we may be of service to you, you may command
us." The officer smiled.

"I doubt if you will ever have the opportunity," he said. "Present
circumstances would indicate that there is little likelihood of it."

"Well, you never can tell," said Hal, "the fortunes of war, you know."

"True," said the German, "and, if ever occasion arises, I shall take
you at your word."

He bowed and left the tent. Hal and Chester now turned their attention
to the dog, which still lay sleeping. Chester whistled sharply. The
dog was on his feet in a second, ears cocked and sniffing the air
eagerly.

"A real war dog, all right," said Chester. "What shall we call him,
Hal?"

"Perhaps he has a name already," said Hal. "Try him."

Chester called off the many dog names familiar to him, and Hal added a
few. But, although the animal wagged his tail with evident pleasure at
thus being talked to, he gave no evidence of owning any of the names
in the boys' vocabulary.

Hal approached and laid his hand on the dog's head. Then, for the
first time, he noticed the collar he wore.

"Hello!" he said, in some surprise.

"What is it?" said Chester, also approaching.

"Collar," said Hal briefly. "Perhaps his name is on it."

Both boys bent over the dog.

"Here it is, sure enough," cried Chester.

"Can you make it out?" asked Hal.

"It's a little dark," replied the lad. "Bring him over here nearer the
light."

This was done, and once more Chester bent over the collar.

"Well?" demanded Hal.

"Yes, I can read it," replied Chester.

"What is it?" demanded Hal.

Chester read aloud:

"Marquis--Twenty-third French Infantry."

"A dispatch dog, eh?" said Hal.

"Yes," said Chester; "and, if I mistake not, a very valuable addition
to our party."




CHAPTER XXXI.

BERLIN ONCE MORE.


By dint of persuasion the German officer succeeded in gaining the
consent of General Von Kluck to allow the boys to take the dog with
them. That Marquis was just as pleased to go as the boys were to have
him, was plainly evident. When they left their tent for the last time,
and whistled to him to follow, he bounded after them with enthusiasm.

The train on which the boys were to be taken back to Berlin did not
leave until well along toward midnight, but, with some 5,000 other
prisoners, British, French and Belgians alike, they were bundled
aboard early. Heavily guarded, and without a weapon of any kind or
description, there was no fear of a break for liberty, in spite of the
large number of prisoners.

The lads were shoved into a car already loaded down with prisoners and
took their positions at the far end, the dog between them. In spite of
misfortune, the prisoners all were far from unhappy. They joked and
chatted as though they were on a pleasure trip.

Finally, after much delay, the train started with a jolt, tumbling
men all over each other as it gradually gathered momentum. They were
hurled hither and yon, but they only laughed.

The trip was necessarily slow, for the train, time after time, was
switched on to a siding to permit of the movement of German troop
trains carrying soldiers from the western theater of war to the east,
or from the east to the west.

Consequently, it was late the following night when the train finally
pulled in, and the prisoners were ordered to get out. Under the
leveled rifles of a strong German guard, they stepped to the ground,
and, after being divided into squads at the direction of the German
officer in command, were marched away.

Hal, Chester and Marquis were among the last to leave the train. As
the dog tumbled out after them, there was an exclamation from a German
officer.

"What have we here?" he demanded, approaching the boys. "A dog, eh?
Well, we haven't time to fool with dogs," and he leveled his pistol at
Marquis.

Marquis drew back his lips in a snarl, even as Hal stepped forward to
stay the German's hand.

"This dog was allowed to come with us by special command of General
Von Kluck," he said quietly.

"So you say," was the reply. "But how am I to know that you speak the
truth?"

"The very fact that he was allowed in the car should be sufficient
proof of that," said Hal quietly.

The German officer lowered his weapon.

"I guess you are right," he said. "I beg your pardon."

He appraised the boys with a critical eye, and then became more
friendly.

"You are British officers?" he asked.

"We are attached to the staff of General French," Chester replied.

"So? and at your age? I presume you have seen considerable action?"

"Considerable," replied Hal, with a smile; "at Liège, Louvain, the
battle of the Marne, and some other skirmishes."

"You have been in luck," said the officer. "And here I have been, ever
since the war broke out, receiving prisoners as they are sent on.
Worse luck!"

"Cheer up," said Chester, smilingly, "you probably will get your
chance before the war is over."

"I hope so," replied the German, and continued: "I am going to arrange
for you to come with me--yes, and the dog, too," as he saw Hal glance
at his canine friend. "You can tell me stories of the war. Besides, I
am interested to know how it is that two so young should have seen so
much fighting."

"If I may make so bold," said Hal, "you are not so old yourself."

"True," said the German, with a pleasant smile. "But I am twenty," he
added proudly.

"Then we are not much younger than you," said Chester.

"Well, maybe not; but you seem to have had a whole lot more fun."

His other work disposed of, the German turned to the two lads.

"Come with me," he said, and the boys followed him.

"I am at liberty to accept your parole," said the young German, "if
you are prepared to give it."

Chester glanced quickly at Hal, and the latter replied.

"We appreciate your offer very much, but we decided long ago that we
would give our parole to no one."

"Oh, well," said the German, with a laugh, "it doesn't matter. There
is no chance of your getting out of Berlin, anyhow. However, since you
refuse, it will be necessary to keep more careful watch over you."

The officer bundled the two boys and the dog into a taxi, and they
were soon riding along the streets.

"I am taking you to my home," said the young officer. "While there,
you will be treated as my guests, except that you will always be
guarded."

"We understand," said Chester quietly.

"Looks natural along here," said Hal suddenly, nudging Chester.

"It certainly does," said Chester, with a smile, for he had at that
moment recognized the spot where he, Hal, Lieutenant Anderson and
Captain Derevaux had met for the first time--the spot where the French
and British officer had been set upon by a gang of young thugs.

"What, you have been in Berlin before?" questioned the German officer
in some surprise.

"Oh, yes," said Hal. "We spent one vacation here with my mother."

He thought it best not to let the German know how they had escaped
from the German capital following the outbreak of the war. Chester
also made no reference to this.

All the streets which the taxi traversed were familiar to the boys
now, and they pointed out different places of interest to each other
as they sped along. Finally the taxi drew up and stopped.

The young German leaped lightly to the ground, and stood there as the
boys emerged from the taxi. Looking up, the lads beheld a handsome and
commodious house.

"My home," said the lieutenant simply, "and yours, so long as you are
forced to remain in Berlin."

The lads followed their captor up the steps, and into a prettily
furnished hall, where a servant, summoned by the officer, hurried away
with word for Mrs. Strauss, for, as Lieutenant Heinrich Strauss, the
officer now introduced himself to the boys.

A few moments later a pleasant-faced woman appeared in the hall. The
boys were quickly introduced to her, and she made them welcome,
adding:

"I am sure the general also will be pleased to have you with us."

Both lads looked questioningly at the young officer, who hastened to
explain.

"General Strauss is my father, in command in Berlin. Perhaps were it
not for that, I would not have ventured to bring you to my home. You
would have to have gone with the other prisoners."

"Thanks," said Chester. "I am sure we both appreciate it."

"Indeed we do," agreed Hal.

Before either the young lieutenant or his mother could reply, there
came a heavy footstep without; a moment later the door was thrown
quickly open, and a German officer, huge in stature, and imposing in
his uniform, draped with gold and lace, strode in. At sight of the two
boys he came to a sudden pause.

"What have we here?" he demanded, in a great, booming voice.

"Two of my prisoners, sir," said the lieutenant, stepping forward and
saluting.

"Your prisoners, sir? Do you mean that they are spies whom you have
captured in Berlin?"

"No, sir. They came with the last trainload of prisoners."

"Then, why are they not with the others?" demanded General Strauss
sternly.

"Why, sir," stammered the lieutenant, "I--I----"

"Enough," said the general in a softer voice, his eyes twinkling
although this he endeavored in vain to hide. "You mean that you are up
to some of your old tricks--that your sympathies have gotten the upper
hand of your better judgment. Do you know what I should do with you,
sir?"

The lieutenant made no reply, and the father continued:

"I should have you court-martialed for disobeying the command of your
superior officer. But I won't do it this time. However, it is a very
good thing that our emperor--God bless him--is a very good friend of
your father. Otherwise----"

He broke off and shrugged his shoulders significantly, then continued:

"Then no doubt that big gray dog I stumbled over outside--and which
almost bit me--is the property of your prisoners."

Hal stepped forward and saluted.

"He is, sir," he said.

The old general eyed the lad for some minutes in silence. Hal bore
the scrutiny without flinching. Then the general turned to Chester and
repeated the process. Chester also met his gaze squarely.

"Humph!" ejaculated the German commander; then turned suddenly to his
son.

"When you have introduced us," he said, "we shall all go in and have
something to eat!"




CHAPTER XXXII.

A PIECE OF PAPER.


Upon the two following days Hal and Chester, in company with the young
German lieutenant, viewed the sights in the German capital. Instead of
the peaceful, pleasure-loving city of their vacation, it now bore
naught but signs of war.

Officers in automobiles, afoot and on horseback, were rushing hither
and thither continually. Troops were moving through the streets of the
city upon every hand--some preparing to entrain for the west, and some
for the east, where even now it was known that the great hordes of the
Czar of all the Russias were approaching as fast as their vast numbers
would permit.

It was indeed a scene to delight a war-like eye, and it was not lost
upon the two lads.

"It's going to be an awful job to lick these fellows," Chester
confided to Hal, as they strolled about one afternoon.

"There is no question about that," was Hal's reply. "Still, it has to
be done."

"And will be done eventually," declared Chester grimly. "The trouble
is that we are not likely to see it done."

"Don't lose heart," said Hal. "Something may turn up. You never can
tell."

And something did turn up, though it was nothing the lads could
possibly have anticipated. As they walked down the street a squad of
German soldiers approached, in their center a man in civilian clothes.
Lieutenant Strauss and the boys approached them.

As the three neared, the officer in command of the squad called a
halt.

"What have we here?" asked Lieutenant Strauss.

"A spy, sir," was the reply.

"Where was he found?"

"About thirty miles west of the city."

"How does he account for his presence there?"

"He has not had much to say," replied the officer, "but he did tell me
that he fell from an aëroplane."

"Does he deny being a spy?"

"He does, sir."

"Then how does he account for the fact that he wears no uniform?"

"He doesn't account for it at all, sir. He refuses to say anything on
that score."

Hal and Chester, during this conversation, had drawn as close to the
prisoner as the armed guard would permit.

"Looks like an Englishman," said Hal.

"That's what he is, all right," declared Chester.

The prisoner looked up suddenly at hearing these words, spoken in
English. Then, with a sudden movement, he shook off his guards, and,
apparently in a dash for freedom, sprang toward Hal and Chester.

Taken by surprise, the boys leaped back, but not before Chester,
throwing up one hand to ward off what he believed was an attack, felt
a little piece of paper slipped into his hand.

In spite of his surprise, his fingers closed over it involuntarily;
and, at the same instant, the man grappled with him. As they
struggled, the lad was surprised to hear his opponent whisper:

"Don't lose it. It must reach Grand Duke Nicholas at all costs, and at
once. Much depends upon it."

Then the prisoner grew weak in the lad's grasp, and Chester realized
what was expected of him.

"I've got him," he cried, and, throwing the man to the ground, fell on
top of him.

The guards lifted the two to their feet, and once more the prisoner
was closely surrounded. Lieutenant Strauss now signified that he
desired no further information and the squad of soldiers marched away,
the prisoner meantime hurling epithets at the two lads.

"A nice pair of Englishmen you are," he cried. "Traitors, that's what
you are. If you hadn't stopped me I would have got away."

"Never mind him," said Lieutenant Strauss. "He's naturally angry at
being foiled in his attempt to escape."

Chester, the little piece of paper still clutched in his right hand,
was now impatient to be where he could read it, and for that reason
pleaded fatigue. Stealing a moment when the lieutenant's attention was
directed elsewhere, he slipped the paper into his pocket, as he feared
that, upon close scrutiny, the lieutenant might see that he was
concealing something in his hand.

Alone in their own room, before Chester could speak, Hal said:

"What on earth did you want to interfere with the prisoner for? He
might have got away if it hadn't been for you. No wonder he called us
traitors."

Chester only smiled for answer, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled
forth the little piece of paper. Holding it up where Hal could see it,
he said:

"I didn't know you were fooled, too. I thought you would surely know
that there was something up."

"Something up!" exclaimed Hal. "What do you mean?"

"Why, simply that the prisoner's attempt to escape was a ruse."

"A ruse?"

"Exactly. That's why he jumped toward us. Do you see now?"

"No," replied Hal, losing his temper, "I don't. Quit beating around
the bush. If you have anything to tell me, do it."

"Well, then," said Chester, "you see this piece of paper?"

"Yes."

"Well, the prisoner made his attempt to escape for the sole purpose of
handing this to one of us. I happened to be closer to him than you
were. That's why I got it."

"You mean----" began Hal.

"Exactly," Chester interrupted. "Now, let's see what it says."

Both lads bent over the paper.

"It's written so finely I can hardly make it out," said Chester, after
looking over the paper.

"Bring it over to the window," replied Hal. "Under a strong light we
may be able to read it."

Again both lads bent over the little piece of paper. This is what they
read:

     "For the success of military operations in the western
     theater of war, it is essential that the Russian campaign be
     pushed with immediate vigor, particularly in the north.
     Knowing that we are all working in sympathy and accord,
     without awaiting an answer, I take it for granted that this
     suggestion will be acted upon."

"No address and no signature," said Hal. "What's it all about?"

Chester bent closer over the paper.

"What's this at the bottom?" he said.

Hal looked again.

"Some kind of a seal, it looks like to me," he said, after a careful
scrutiny. "By Jove, I have it! It's a secret sign, that's what it is.
The man for whom this is meant will undoubtedly recognize it."

"I believe you have hit it," exclaimed Chester.

"But how are we to know for whom it is intended?" said Hal. "It
carries no address."

"It is intended for Grand Duke Nicholas, commander-in-chief of the
Russian armies," replied Chester.

"How do you know that?"

"When I was wrestling with the prisoner he told me so," was Chester's
reply.

"Well, then," said Hal, "we know for whom it is intended, but what did
the man give it to you for?"

"Well, he said that it must be delivered at all costs."

"I hope he didn't expect us to deliver it."

"I guess he did though, or to see that it went on its way."

"Yes; and how are we going to do it? Can you figure that out?"

"No," said Chester, "I can't. But something has got to be done. I
imagine that General French and General Joffre figured that it would
be delivered without fail. Either the messenger did not take the route
as commanded, or it was believed safe for him to go by air in a sudden
dash."

"Well, I can't see that that part makes any difference. The question
now is, what are we going to do with it?"

"Yes," replied Chester; "that's the question."

For a long while the boys sat and talked over this strange episode,
each suggesting plans and then discarding them as unwise.

Suddenly Chester sprang to his feet with an exclamation.

"What is it?" asked Hal eagerly.

"We'll take it ourselves!" he exclaimed.

"We will, eh?" said Hal incredulously. "Would you mind telling me
how?"

"I won't tell you anything," was Chester's reply. "But are you willing
to do as I say?"

"Yes," replied Hal, after some consideration.

"Good! Then, with luck we shall put this paper in the hands of Grand
Duke Nicholas!"




CHAPTER XXXIII.

TAKING A CHANCE.


"The first thing to do," said Chester, "is to appropriate two of
Lieutenant Strauss's uniforms. That's your job."

"That's right--pick out the easy work for me," replied Hal
sarcastically. "How do you figure I'm going to get 'em?"

"I don't know," said Chester. "That's up to you. My job, and a much
harder one, it seems to me, is to appropriate one of the general's big
maps, so that if we do succeed in getting out of Berlin, we shall know
where we are going."

"I take back what I said," exclaimed Hal. "I'll try to get those
uniforms."

"Trying is not enough," said Chester. "You've got to get 'em!"

"All right, then," replied Hal, "I'll get 'em!"

Since the two lads had been guests, or prisoners, in the Strauss home,
a detail of soldiers had been stationed around the house, with orders
not to let either of the lads pass unless accompanied by either the
lieutenant or the general. The boys had been given the freedom of the
house. The lieutenant had demurred at the placing of a guard around
the house, saying that there was not the slightest chance of the boys
escaping, anyhow, but the general had held out on that point,
remarking:

"I know these Americans better than you do. They're slippery. You have
to watch them closely, or they will slip between your very fingers."

Choosing a moment when the lieutenant had left the house, Hal slipped
unobserved into his room. He knew the uniforms hung in a closet.

He approached and tried the knob. The door was locked.

"It's up to me to see if I can't pick that lock," he told himself, and
set to work with what improvised little tools he could bring from his
pocket.

In vain he worked. He could not pick the lock. He stepped back and
viewed the door, meantime keeping his ear cocked for sound of
footsteps from without. Then an idea struck him.

Using his knife as a screwdriver, he removed the hinges from the door.
A moment later he was inside the closet. Quickly selecting two of the
lieutenant's uniforms, he laid them on a chair, and hurriedly put back
the door and tightened the bolts.

Then, holding the uniforms behind him, he made his way back to his own
room, where he threw the uniforms under the bed. Chester was not
there.

"Hope he has things as easy as I did," said Hal to himself, and sat
down to await his friend's return.

When Chester entered the general's private room, which he found
unlocked, he went straight to the general's desk. He knew that maps
and valuable papers were kept there, because the general had once
referred to them as being there while at supper.

The desk was locked, but this did not disconcert the lad, for he had
expected it would be. Drawing a small buttonhook that he always
carried from his pocket, he inserted it in the keyhole. After several
unsuccessful attempts the lock finally turned, and Chester quietly
threw up the top.

Walking to the door and making sure that no one was near, the lad
returned to the desk. Quickly he looked over the assortment of papers,
and at length a smile lighted up his face. Evidently he had found what
he was in search of, for he quickly thrust a paper in his pocket.

He did not leave at once, but continued to rifle the contents of the
general's desk. Finally he appropriated several more documents, which
he also thrust into his pocket.

There was the sound of a door slammed on the floor below. Quickly the
lad closed the desk, and, walking softly to the door, peered out.
There was no one in sight. Closing the door quietly behind him,
Chester walked rapidly down the hall to his own room, where Hal was
waiting for his return.

"Did you get it?" asked Hal, as Chester entered the room and closed
the door behind him.

"Yes," replied Chester; "and you?"

"They are under the bed," said Hal, with a grin. "I believe I would
make a first-class burglar."

"And I," agreed Chester. "However, 'All's fair in love and war,' you
know."

"I am glad I do know it," said Hal. "Otherwise I wouldn't think much
of myself now."

"We had better hide these things," said Chester. "Their loss might be
discovered and a search made."

"Where shall we put them?"

Chester glanced around the room. He walked to the closet and opened
the door. Peering in, he found, just above the top shelf, a small
opening, apparently not meant for use, as it was too close to the
ceiling.

"Put 'em in here," he said, and, withdrawing the papers from his
pocket, he suited the action to the word.

Hal now brought the uniforms out from under the bed, and, by dint of
hard squeezing, also finally succeeded in secreting them. The dark
cloth made the hiding-place look like nothing more than a hole.

"All we need now are swords and pistols," said Chester.

"Pistols," agreed Hal. "I don't know that we need swords."

"You don't," said Chester, in contempt. "We would make a couple of
fine-looking officers, strutting around without swords, wouldn't we?"

"You're right," Hal agreed, somewhat sheepishly. "Where are we going
to get them?"

"The general always leaves his sword and revolvers on the table in the
hall before retiring," said Chester. "Then I noticed another pair of
swords hanging on the wall there. Also the lieutenant invariably
leaves his weapons on the parlor table. Careless, I say, but lucky for
us."

Chester's thoughtfulness in hiding the articles they had appropriated
stood them in good stead, as it turned out that evening. General
Strauss, upon his arrival home, went straight to his private office,
saying that he would be in to dinner in a few moments.

Accordingly the others went in and sat down at the table without
waiting for him. A moment later the old general came storming into the
room.

"My maps!" he cried. "My maps! Has anyone seen my maps?"

The lieutenant jumped to his feet.

"Have you lost them, sir?" he asked.

"Lost 'em? Lost 'em? Do you think I would ask for them if I knew where
they were?"

"Perhaps you left them at headquarters, sir."

"No, I didn't leave 'em at headquarters," raged the general. "Someone
has stolen them!"

"Stolen, sir? Why, there has been no one in the house, and you know
that none could have entered without the guard on the outside seeing
them."

"I tell you they have been stolen!" cried the general. "I want the
house searched at once--every room in it, sir, yes, and the room of
these two Americans also."

"Father!" admonished the lieutenant. "Surely you are not accusing
them?"

"I am not accusing anybody, sir, but I want this house searched. Must
I call for outside help, or will you help me, sir?"

"I'll help, sir," replied the lieutenant quietly. To the lads he said
softly: "Never mind him. He is always irritable when he misplaces
something."

The old general's sharp ears caught this remark.

"Irritable, am I?" he cried. "Well, maybe I am, but I don't need to
have my own son apologize for my actions. If I have done anything that
demands an apology I'll apologize myself."

Lieutenant Strauss shrugged his shoulders, as he said:

"I'll search the second floor, sir. Will you take the first?"

"Yes," snapped the general, "and see that you make a thorough job of
it."

At this juncture Chester rose to his feet.

"If you think we have your papers, sir," he said quietly, "we are
willing to submit to a search."

"And searched you shall be," said the general. He turned to his son.
"Search them!"

The lieutenant protested, but to no avail. The lads submitted to the
search in silence.

"They have nothing, sir," said the lieutenant.

"Then search the second floor," commanded the general.

An hour later the lieutenant came downstairs, and a few moments later
the old gentleman, now considerably cooled off, also returned.

"I found nothing, sir," reported the lieutenant.

"Nor I," said the general slowly. "Can it be I was mistaken? Perhaps,
after all, I did leave the maps at headquarters." He turned to Hal and
Chester. "I hope you will pardon me for my outburst," he said gravely,
"but I am easily excited."

"Say no more about it, sir," replied both lads together, but to each
came the same thought:

"We are in luck."




CHAPTER XXXIV.

SAFE AGAIN.


Dinner over and the old general having left the house, Lieutenant
Strauss said to the boys:

"There is still some amusement in Berlin, in spite of the war. Would
you care to accompany me to the play to-night?"

Both lads, knowing that this would be as good an opportunity as they
could expect for making their escape, pleaded that they were too
tired.

"Some other evening, if that will do as well," said Chester.

"Oh, all right, whatever you say," replied the lieutenant. "I hope
there are no hard feelings--that you will overlook my father's show of
temper?"

"Of course," said Hal. "Anyone would have done the same under the
circumstances."

After a few further words the lieutenant departed, and the lads,
bidding his mother good night, and announcing their intention of
retiring early, made their way to their room.

There their air of leisure gave way to haste.

"We'll have to hurry," said Hal. "The general will fail to find his
maps at headquarters, and will be back here in two shakes of a lamb's
tail."

Quickly the lads threw on the young lieutenant's uniforms, and Chester
placed the maps in his pocket.

"We will have to go without revolvers," said Chester, "for we
certainly can't afford to wait until the general and lieutenant come
home."

"I should say not," Hal agreed. "The sooner we get out of here now the
better, providing we can get out."

Quickly, but silently, the boys made their way from the room and
descended the stairs. Stepping lightly upon a chair, Hal secured the
two swords, suspended in their scabbards with a pair of army belts,
and, leaping lightly down, passed one to Chester.

Quickly the lads strapped the swords around them and quietly they
opened the front door and closed it softly behind them. Then, with a
swaggering air, they descended the front steps, to bump squarely into
one of the guards.

The guard drew back respectfully and saluted.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said, addressing Chester. "I saw you go
out once before, but I didn't see you return."

"You must be more careful," said Chester, imitating the lieutenant's
voice. "My friend and I came in a few moments ago and I didn't see you
anywhere."

"But I was right here, sir, or at least, only a few steps away,"
protested the soldier.

"Well, I'll pass over it this time," said Chester, "but don't let it
happen again. The prisoners might escape."

"Thank you, sir," replied the soldier, saluting again. "But the
prisoners will not escape while I am on guard. Never fear, sir."

The lads bade the soldier good night and walked slowly away. Once
around the first corner, however, they increased their pace, and soon
had put considerable distance between them and the Strauss home,
where, even now, the old general, having failed to find his maps at
headquarters, was again raging about, swearing that his documents had
been stolen.

Walking into a quiet little shop, Chester purchased two revolvers.
Also, while there, he withdrew the map from his pocket and studied it
carefully.

"I want to impress this firmly on my mind," he said to Hal, "for we
may not have a chance to look at it again for some time."

Hal also bent over and studied the map carefully. A few moments later
they left the store, each feeling more secure because of the
ugly-looking Colt each carried in his pocket.

As the boys walked along one of the dark streets, they became aware of
the soft pat-pat of steps behind them, coming swiftly. They turned to
face whatever danger threatened, and then Hal suddenly broke into a
laugh.

"Marquis!" he cried aloud.

Sure enough, it was their four-footed friend. He came running up to
the boys, wagging his tail happily at being with them once again, but
with reproach in his eyes at having been left behind.

"Good old Marquis," said Chester, patting his head. "You didn't want
to be left behind among all these Germans, did you?"

Marquis wagged his tail fiercely.

"What are we going to do with him?" asked Hal. "Won't he be in the
way?"

"No, I don't think so," replied Chester. "Not if the plan I have in
mind works."

"What is your plan?"

"You'll know soon enough," said Chester calmly. "Come on."

For two hours the lads walked along, gradually drawing out of the city
at the eastern extremity. They passed many German officers as they
walked along, but were not molested nor even challenged.

Finally, beyond the city, Chester increased his pace and the two boys
and the dog hurried on. At length they came to a large building.

"I thought I was right," said Chester to himself. "But I was beginning
to doubt it."

"What is it?" demanded Hal. "What is that building?"

"That," said Chester calmly, "is an aëroplane station. We shall now go
in and get one."

"Oh, we will, eh? And I suppose they give one to every strange officer
who happens along?"

"No, they don't," said Chester. "But, among other things in General
Strauss's desk, I found several orders upon this place, each one
calling upon the commandant to furnish bearer with one plane."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" demanded Hal.

"I wanted to save it as a surprise," said Chester.

As they approached nearer, it became apparent that the structure was a
long, low shed. A hundred yards away, they were challenged by a
sentry.

"I have an order for the commandant," called Chester.

"Approach," said the sentry.

A moment later, the commandant, being summoned by the sentry, arrived.

"What can I do for you, gentlemen?" he asked.

Without a word, Chester pulled one of the orders he had appropriated
from General Strauss's desk from his pocket and passed it to the
commandant. The latter glanced at it quickly, and then bowed.

"You shall have the machine in five minutes," he said, and left them.

True to his word, five minutes later a large-winged biplane stood
before them.

"You will have to run this thing," Chester whispered to Hal.

"Well, it won't be the first time," Hal whispered back.

Hal took the aviator's seat and Chester also took his place. Then the
latter whistled to Marquis, who came bounding up and sprang in and sat
down calmly between Chester's feet.

"Surely you are not going to take that dog," protested the commandant.

"Yes," said Chester. "He is one of the dispatch dogs taken from the
French. We are going to make use of him with a false dispatch."

"I see," exclaimed the commandant. "A good idea."

"Isn't it?" said Chester.

"All ready?" demanded the commandant of Hal.

"All ready," was the lad's reply.

"Let her go, then," the commandant ordered the two men who had
appeared to give the aëroplane a start.

A moment later and the machine was speeding along the ground.

"Good luck," called the commandant.

Chester waved his hand in reply.

Now Hal touched the elevating lever, and the aëroplane left the
ground, and, soaring high in the air, sped on its way.

"Which way, Chester?" Hal called back over his shoulder.

"Due east," replied Chester, "but first rise as high as you can."

Hal obeyed this command, and soon the two boys and a dog were
thousands of feet above the earth.

"What's your altitude?" called Chester.

Hal told him.

"Good!" said Chester. "Keep her there, and now head due east."

Quickly Hal brought the big aircraft about, and pointed her nose in a
direction that eventually, barring accidents and the misfortunes of
war, would land them in the heart of Poland, where the mighty armies
of Russia were rushing upon the German legions.

"I know we shall get through safely," called Chester, as they sped
along. "Some way I feel it."

"And so do I," Hal called back.

They were right, and before another night had fallen these two
young American boys placed in the hands of the Grand Duke Nicholas,
commander-in-chief of the mighty hordes of the Czar, the paper which
had so strangely fallen into their hands--the paper which, later on,
brought about more than one serious check to German arms.

But here ends the story of the Boy Allies along the Marne. Their
further adventures will be told in a succeeding volume, entitled, "The
Boy Allies With the Cossacks; or a Wild Dash Over the Carpathian
Mountains."




TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:

Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise
every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and
intent.