They pa.s.sed stretcher bearers carrying away the wounded, and burial parties engaged in a business still more sad. There was plenty for them to do, for death and wounds had come to many that day, which had been the most strenuous for the United States troops since they had come to the fighting line.
That many of their regiment had fallen and still more been wounded the boys knew well, although the full toll of their losses would not be known until the next day. But the enemy had lost still more, and a large number of prisoners were in American hands. They had taken two trenches on a wide front, and that night American boys were eating their suppers in the dugouts where Germans had breakfasted in the morning. It had been a dashing attack with a successful result, and Uncle Sam had reason to be proud of his nephews.
"One more step on the road to the Rhine," exulted Frank, voicing the thought that stirred them all.
"Right you are," replied Bart "It"s a long, long road, but we"ll get there."
"Do you remember what old Peterson said just before we left for France?"
queried Tom. ""The United States has put her hand to the plow and she won"t turn back.""
"Good old Peterson!" remarked Billy. "He was a dandy sc.r.a.pper himself in the old days when he wore the blue. I"ll bet he"s rooting for us every day."
"Sure he is," agreed Frank. "Everybody in the old firm is."
"Reddy"s rooting the hardest of them all," laughed Bart, referring to the red-headed office boy. "Do you remember how excited the little rascal got when the old Thirty-seventh went past? He almost tumbled out of the window. And how he cheered!"
"He"s got the right stuff in him," said Tom. "Do you know, I shouldn"t be a bit surprised to see that kid turn up here some time."
"You"re dreaming," replied Bart.
"You wait and see," prophesied Tom. "When any one wants a thing hard enough he usually gets it. He"ll ship as cabin boy or something of the kind and some day, when we"re least expecting it, Reddy will pop up here. Watch my hunch."
"How scared the Huns would be if they knew that Reddy was coming to clean them up," mocked Tom.
"He might account for some of them at that," remarked Billy. "A bullet from Reddy"s gun would go as fast and hit as hard as any other. You know what David did to Goliath."
By this time they had pa.s.sed the second captured trench and were facing the enemy"s trench about three hundred yards away. Their talk ceased or died down to whispers.
Before them stretched the desolate waste of No Man"s Land, pitted with sh.e.l.l holes, blasted and seared by the pitiless storm of fire that had swept it all that day.
Once it had been fertile and beautiful. Now it was withered and hideous.
It was a grim commentary on the war that had been as ruthless toward nature as it had been toward man.
"Now, boys," said the corporal in a low voice, "you know what we"ve got to do. Keep together as much as you can and--Drop!"
The last command came out like a shot, and was caused by a star sh.e.l.l that rose from the opposing trench and burst in a flood of greenish light.
Had they been standing, it would have revealed them clearly, but at their leader"s word they had dropped instantly to the ground, where they lay motionless until the light died away.
Then they rose and like so many shadows moved cautiously forward, with a motion more like drifting than walking, their ears alert, their eyes strained, their hearts beating fast with excitement.
CHAPTER V
THE BARBAROUS HUNS
The night was as black as pitch, which, while an advantage in one way, was a disadvantage in another. For though it lessened their chance of detection, it also made it more difficult to get the lay of the land and keep their sense of direction.
But here again their training came into play, for they had been specially drilled to be blindfolded and remain in that condition for hours at a time. In that way they had developed their sense of feeling just as a blind man does and had acquired an almost uncanny ability to avoid obstacles and steer a course without the aid of their eyes.
"Gee!" whispered Bart to Frank, as the two comrades moved along side by side, "I never saw a night so dark."
"Yes," replied his comrade, "it"s as black as velvet. You could almost cut it with a knife."
"Lucky if that"s the only cutting we"ll have to do before the night is over," murmured Tom.
Soon they reached a little patch of woodland that stood almost halfway between the lines. Only a few gaunt trees had been left standing, mere skeletons of what they had been, every branch and twig swept away by sh.e.l.ls and bullets and even the bark stripped off, leaving the trunks in ghastly nakedness.
But they still afforded shelter from bursting shrapnel or a sniper"s bullet, and the boys stood behind them for a few moments while they listened intently for any sound that might betray the presence of an enemy patrol, prowling about on an errand similar to their own.
But nothing suspicious developed, and, rea.s.sured, they again, at a signal from their leader, moved forward. But new they were no longer on their feet. They were too close to the German line for that.
Down on hands and knees they wormed their way along inch by inch, reaching out their hand cautiously for each fresh grip on the uneven ground. Sometimes their hands encountered emptiness and they were warned that they were on the edge of a sh.e.l.l hole. At other times they drew back in instinctive repulsion, as they felt the rigid outlines of a dead body. But whatever detours they had to make, they managed by touch or whisper to keep together, and although their progress was slow it was still progress, and they knew that they were steadily nearing the German lines.
Suddenly Frank"s extended hand came in contact with a sharp object that he recognized on the instant. It was the barb on a broken strand of wire.
They had reached the entanglement protecting a segment of the German trench.
Frank had been a trifle in advance of his comrades, and he softly signaled his discovery to the others. In an instant they had stiffened out and lay as rigid as statues.
For five minutes not one of them stirred, while they listened for the tread of the sentry who might be stationed behind the wires.
Some distance off they could hear the sound of voices in guttural tones, the occasional click of a bayonet as it was slipped into place, the low rumble of what might have been field pieces being moved into position.
Now too their eyes came into play, for ahead of them the darkness was threaded with a faint ray of light that rose above the trench, and while it did little more than make darkness visible, it was still sufficient to form a background against which they could have detected the figure of a sentinel.
But they drew no false a.s.surance from that fact, for the enemy"s patrol might be lying on the ground, as silent as themselves and as watchful, ready to fire in the direction of the slightest sound.
It was a nerve-trying situation, but life or death might depend on their self-control, and they stood the test successfully, although poor Tom had an almost irrepressible desire to sneeze, in conquering which he almost broke a blood vessel.
Convinced at last that it was safe to move, they commenced to crawl along the outside of the wire, trying by the sense of touch to find out what havoc had been made in it by the American artillery fire and where it would be easiest to break through.
They had drawn on rubber gloves, for they knew that the Germans sometimes charged the wires with electricity, and a touch with the bare hand would mean instant death.
But that day the fighting had been so fierce and the enemy had been kept so busy in resisting the American onslaught that no such precaution had been taken. And this better than anything else told the boys how badly the enemy had been shaken.
At several places they found gaps that had been made by the Yankee guns, and these they widened by the use of the wire cutters that they carried in their belts.
At each such breach the boys tied small pieces of white rag, so that on the next day these fluttering bits of white could be seen through field gla.s.ses by the American officers, and the full force of guns and men could be brought to bear against these weakened portions of the line.
They worked rapidly and silently, timing their cutting with the roar of the guns that still kept up the artillery duel, so that the click of the nippers would be drowned in the heavier sound.
Little by little in the course of the work, the members of the patrol had drawn apart, depending upon their ability to rejoin each other by following the line of the wire.
Frank found himself working on a specially tangled bit of wire that was made still more difficult of handling because it was intertwisted with the stalks of a thick hedge. He had just nipped a piece of wire in two, when his quick ear detected a sound on the other side of the hedge.