Tony complied and brought forth from one of his receptacles a large paper bag which was two thirds full.
Frank seized it and turned it around to see what was stamped on the other side. Then he almost dropped the bag in a wild fit of hilarity.
"No wonder Tony couldn"t make his dough!" he exclaimed, when he could speak. "Some chump in the supply department has handed him out a bag of foot powder when he asked for flour."
He showed the others the marking on the bag, and their merriment equaled his own, while Tony alternately glowered and grinned. He had begun to think that somebody had cast on him the "evil eye," so dreaded by his countrymen, and he was relieved to find that his plight was due to natural causes. Yet the thought of all that wasted effort stirred him to resentment.
"That"s one on you, Tony, old boy!" chuckled Billy, with a poke in the ribs.
"It"s lucky the dough wouldn"t stick," laughed Frank. "There wouldn"t have been much nourishment in that kind of bread."
"Dat guy a bonehead," a.s.serted Tony, as he sc.r.a.ped his board with vigor.
"A vera beeg bonehead."
The boys a.s.sented and pa.s.sed on laughing.
"And now for grub!" exclaimed Billy. "Oh, boy, maybe it won"t taste good!"
"I guess we"ve earned our breakfast, all right," said Bart.
"I can stand a whole lot of filling up," observed Tom. "Talk about exercise before breakfast to get you an appet.i.te. We"ve sure had enough of it this morning."
"I never ran so fast in my life," declared Billy. "A Marathon runner would have had nothing on me."
"We must have covered the s.p.a.ce between those trenches in about twenty seconds," agreed Bart.
"Well, as long as we weren"t running in the wrong direction it was all right," grinned Tom.
"The Boches haven"t seen our backs yet, and here"s hoping it will be some time before they"ll have that treat," said Frank with a laugh.
They ate like famished wolves and then threw themselves on their bunks to get a long sleep in preparation for the strenuous night that lay before them. And so used had they already become to roaring of cannon and whining of bullets and shrieking of sh.e.l.ls, that, although the din was almost incessant all through that day, it bothered them not at all.
It was nearly dusk when the corporal pa.s.sed along, giving them a shake that roused them from their slumbers and brought them out of their bunks in a hurry.
"Time to get up, boys," said the corporal. "Not that we"re going to start out right away. But we"ve got quite a job before us and I want you to have plenty of time to think over your instructions and have them sink in."
They dressed quickly and after a hearty supper reported to Wilson at their company headquarters.
They found the corporal grave and preoccupied.
"As I suppose you fellows have already guessed," he began, "we"re going to-night on a scouting party. We"re to find out the condition of the wire in front of that third trench that the Huns still hold, and we want to get more exact information about the location of the enemy"s machine guns. Anything else we find out will be welcome, but those are the main things.
"It"s going to be pretty risky work," he continued. "Not but what there"s always plenty of risk about a job of this kind, but to-night there"s more than usual. The fierce fighting to-day has got the enemy all stirred up and he"ll be on the alert. Likely enough he"ll have scouting parties of his own out, and we may run across them in the dark.
Then it will be a question of who is the quicker with knife or bayonet.
Now you boys scatter and get your crawling suits and hoods and masks, and we"ll be ready for business.
"I can see that there"ll be no monotony in our young lives to-night,"
observed Frank to Bart, as they obeyed instructions.
"Not that you can notice," agreed Bart. "The corp has quite a little program marked out for us."
"So it seems."
"And No Man"s Land is going to be a little rougher land to-night than it ever was before," predicted Tom. "That mine explosion hasn"t done a thing to it."
"All the better," chimed in Billy. "There"ll be better places to hide in when Fritz throws up his star sh.e.l.ls. But let"s get a hustle on or the corp will be after us."
They got into their "crawling suits," so named because they were used only on scouting duty, when it was necessary to move over the earth on their stomachs or at best on hands and knees. They were a dead black in color, and in addition to the suit itself comprised a black mask and hood. The hood was loose and shapeless, so as to avoid the sharp outline that would have been afforded if it were tight-fitting.
Dressed in this fashion and lying p.r.o.ne and motionless on the ground whenever a star sh.e.l.l threw its greenish radiance over the field, the scouts were reasonably safe from detection and sniping. They would seem, if seen at all, to be just so many more objects added to the hundreds that littered up the ground between the two armies.
Since they had been in France, the boys had had special training in scouting duty, and the one thing that had been drilled into them perhaps more than anything else was the necessity for "playing dead," as Tom expressed it. One of their exercises compelled them to lie on the ground absolutely motionless for an hour. Not even a muscle could twitch without bringing a reprimand from their keen-eyed instructor. Another part of the drill made them take half an hour merely to rise to their feet from a prostrate position, each move in the process being marked by the utmost caution. It was hard drill, but necessary, and in time the boys had gained a control over their muscles that would have done credit to an Apache Indian.
In a few minutes they were fully arrayed in their crawling suits and reported to Corporal Wilson. He looked them over carefully and noted with satisfaction that nothing that was essential to the success of their night foray was lacking.
"With a fair share of luck we"ll bring home the bacon," he remarked, as he led the way from the trench.
At the start there was no special caution necessary, as would have been the case the day before. For the two trenches in front of them that had been occupied by the enemy were now in the possession of the United States troops.
All that day, since the mine explosion had given the signal for attack and storm, the Germans who had been driven from their first two lines of trenches had made desperate efforts to get them back. There had been fierce counter attacks, many times repeated, but through them all the Americans had stood like a rock and thrown the enemy back without yielding a foot of the conquered ground.
At nightfall the enemy had ceased his infantry attacks, although the big guns on both sides, like angry mastiffs, kept growling at each other.
"It"s been a great day for our fellows," exulted Frank, as they picked their way through the welter of debris that bore testimony to the violence of the fighting.
"It sure has," agreed Bart.
"We"ve got there with both feet," remarked Tom.
"And in both trenches," chimed in Billy.
"Yes," said Frank. "I"m glad we didn"t stop at the first one. The mine caught the Boches napping there and stood them on their heads. But in the second it was an out and out stand up fight, man to man, and we licked them."
"And licked them good," a.s.serted Billy. "I guess they won"t do any more sneering at the Yankees after this day"s work."
They pa.s.sed the place where Bart had so nearly met his death through the treacherous attack of his captive.
"Here"s where you nearly went West," remarked Tom.
"Don"t talk of it," objected Bart with a grimace. "It makes the chills creep over me to think of it. I could stand being knifed in a square fight, but I"d hate to get it the way that fellow meant that I should."
"One of the Frenchmen was telling me of something like that that happened at Verdun," said Frank. "Two Frenchmen were carrying a wounded German officer on a stretcher to the hospital. The officer got out his revolver and shot the first stretcher bearer dead."
"That"s grat.i.tude for you," remarked Bart. "Something like another German in a hospital, who pretended he wanted to shake hands with the Red Cross nurse who was tending him, and then with a sudden snap broke her wrist."
"You hear it said sometimes," said Billy, "that "the only good Indian is a dead Indian." That"s always sounded a little tough on poor Lo. But if the Huns keep on the way they are going, it won"t be long before all the world will be saying that the only good German is a dead one."
"I"m beginning to say it already," replied Tom.