Army Boys on the Firing Line; or, Holding Back the German Drive
rves were at a fearful tension. The next five minutes
to all appearances he was only a ti
s were sitting. But at one point he was forced to pass within the zone of light, and one of a group threw a laughing remar
passed on, thankful that he at lea
amp. Here the great danger lay, for he knew that i
"Wer da?" he could answer "Freund." But when he was told t
But it would not
s an opening in the wire that had been hastily strung to gu
ped and looked sharply at Frank, as the latter approached. When he
! Wer
d," respon
he sentinel, asking
, and hurled his revolver
man's forehead. He had opened his mouth to shout, but no sound cam
p in the wire and started running li
. The bullets whizzed and zipped close to him and he felt a sharp sting as one of them grazed the lower p
field over which he was making his way became almost as bright as day. In that greenish radiance his flying figure stood out sharply, and the firing which
oncern. A bullet might catch him
thought he tripped and went down with a shock
d as though they would burst. His legs refused to obey his
of his pursuers' feet drawing closer and clo
ath came back to him, in short gasps at first but graduall
o him, gathering speed at every stride. But now his pursuers were p
rtain death. No German should gloat over his execution. If brought to bay he would die fighting then
ind him accompanied by bullets
e. Lights flashed here and there, a mass of figures detached themselves from the gloom, an
nsultation, a volley of shots, and then the Germans beat a hasty retreat, hotly pursued
, as his eyes fell on the uniform. "Only a deserter,
ther. "The rest of the boys will
ded Frank with a grin. "I can li
se from the crowd as th
ldon! Old sco
idol of the regiment. There was a rush, and Bart and Billy had
were fighting like a tiger, but then the enemy reinforcements came and we were swept away from yo
gs of mine carried me through, and I'm worth a dozen dead men yet. But I'm hungry
ting match. The whole mess will go hungry if necessary
iumph to his old quarters. There the rest of th
. It's the first time I ever wore a German uniform and I hope it will be the last. I
he had to tell his story again and again before the oth
h doesn't seem complete without him.
d at each other with
epted the glance. "Great Scott!" he added, springing to his f
k his hea
saw of him he was hacking right and left in a crowd of t
ad?" cried Frank. "You're not
es haven't come across him at last reports, and he hasn't been picked up as
blank despair. "Tom a prisoner
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