"That"s to keep the Boche aviators guessing," observed Bart. "They"d give their eyes if they could only spy out where these fellows are being ma.s.sed."
"I heard one of the fellows say that the tanks travel only at night so that the Boches can"t track them," said Tom.
"And see what a raft of them have been got together here," said Billy.
"I tell you, fellows, there"s something big going to be pulled off before long."
"Say, boys, see who"s here!" exclaimed Frank, and they turned to see Will Stone coming toward them with a broad smile of welcome on his bronzed face.
CHAPTER XII
BREAKING THROUGH
There was a rush toward Will Stone, and in a moment the Army boys were shaking hands with a vigor that showed the pleasure they felt at again meeting their acquaintance, who belonged to the tank division.
"Say, fellows, have a heart," Will grinned. "I need these hands in my business. But it sure does me good to see you again. And all of you alive and kicking! I"ll bet that"s more than some of the Huns are that you"ve run up against."
"Oh, we"re still able to sit up and take nourishment," laughed Frank.
"But tell us about yourself, old man. You look like ready money."
"I see you have a marking different from what you had when we saw you last," remarked Bart, looking at the insignia that proclaimed Will an officer.
"And look at that war cross!" cried Tom. "I guess you"ve been some busy little bee to get that. Shake again, old scout."
Stone flushed and looked a little embarra.s.sed.
"Only a few little skirmishes here and there," he said deprecatingly.
"But the real big thing is yet to come. Look at this army of tanks.
We"ve never had so many in one place since the war began."
"Looks like a herd of elephants," commented Frank, as his eye ran along the array that seemed to number hundreds. "They"ll do more trampling than any herd of elephants that ever trod the earth," remarked Stone grimly. "But come along, fellows, and let me show you my own particular pet. It"s the biggest one of the bunch, and it"s a peach! We call it Jumbo, and it carries a crew of twenty men."
They followed him till they came to a monster tank on which Stone placed his hand caressingly.
"Isn"t it a beauty?" he asked, as he beamed upon them.
"I should call it a holy terror," grinned Frank.
"What the Huns will call it won"t be fit for publication," laughed Billy.
"I guess they"ve already exhausted the German vocabulary," chuckled Stone. "But just wait until this beauty of mine goes climbing over their trenches and smashing their pill boxes and tearing away their entanglements. Then they"ll know what they"re up against."
"I only wish we could see you while you"re doing it," remarked Tom.
"Likely enough you will," replied Stone. "From things I"ve picked up here and there I think the infantry will be right alongside of us in the next big jamboree. Don"t you fellows make any mistake about it, there"s going to be one of the biggest stunts of the war pulled off in the course of the next few days. Mithridates with his elephants won"t be a circ.u.mstance to us with our tanks. There sure is bound to be some lovely fighting."
"Let it come!" exclaimed Tom.
"And come quickly," chimed in Frank.
"The only thing I"m sorry for is that you"re in the Canadian contingent," said Bart. "I want to see you leading the way in a U. S. A.
tank."
"You may yet," replied Stone. "Uncle Sam will soon be sending over his tanks, and you bet when they do come they"ll be lallapaloozers with all the modern improvements, and then some! And the minute that happens I"m going to apply to be transferred to the United States army. These Canadians are among the finest men in the world and they"re doing magnificent fighting, but still I"ll feel more natural when I"m fighting under the Stars and Stripes."
"Well, that won"t be long now," replied Frank. "Our men and our guns and our tanks and everything else we need to lick the Kaiser will be coming in droves pretty soon. And then watch our smoke."
"Right you are," agreed Stone enthusiastically.
Then as a trumpet rang out he added: "That"s the signal for a rehearsal, fellows, and I"ll have to get on the job. We"re going to put our machines through their paces. I"m mighty glad to have seen you again, and I wish you no end of luck."
"Come over to our line when you get a chance and see the way our boys are shaping up," was Frank"s invitation, which was echoed heartily by the others.
"You bet I will," responded Stone, as with a wave of his hand he went to his work, while the boys strolled back to their quarters.
"He"s the real stuff," commented Frank. "All wool and a yard wide."
"He"d rather fight than eat," observed Tom.
"If the Canadians take him as a sample, no wonder they"re glad to see Uncle Sam mix in," remarked Billy.
Some days went by, days of steady rush and preparation. It was evident that some big operation was near at hand. Troops were moved up from other portions of the long line that stretched from Switzerland to the sea. There were the bronzed Tommies in khaki, the snappy, dashing poilus in their uniforms of corn-flower blue, veterans hardened in a score of battles from Ypres to Verdun. And right alongside of them in closest comradeship and gallant rivalry were the stalwart sons of the United States of America, the very flower of her youth, who had already had their baptism of fire and who had sworn to themselves that no flag should be further in the van than Old Glory when it came to the stern test of battle.
Nearer and nearer the tanks had crept to the front of the line and taken up their places in front of great openings that had been made in the wire entanglements and skilfully concealed from the enemy.
A certain number of them were a.s.signed to lead each regiment, and the Camport boys" delight was great when they saw that Jumbo, with a squad of a.s.sisting tanks, had been told off to lead their regiment.
"Just what the doctor ordered," exulted Frank, when he saw Stone step out of the door of the monster tank.
"We"ll follow you, old man, till the cows come home," called Bart, as the boys crowded around the young operator.
"We"ll try to make a broad path for you," laughed Stone, as he returned their greeting cordially.
"When is the show coming off?" asked Billy.
"Almost any time now, I guess," replied Stone. "About all we need is a nice misty morning. It"s up to the weather sharps to tip us off. Then we"ll amble over and give the Huns a little shaking up."
Several days pa.s.sed with the weather exasperatingly clear. Usually the soldiers would have welcomed the bright sunny mornings. But now, when they were keyed up to a high pitch, the one thing they longed for was a dull and lowering sky that would favor the great enterprise they had on hand.
"You might think the boys were a lot of grangers after a dry spell, from the way they"re praying for rain," remarked Billy, as for the hundredth time he scanned the sky.
"Remember how different it used to be when we had a baseball game on hand?" laughed Frank. "Then a gleam of sunshine was like money from home after you"d been broke for a week."
"That cloud a little while ago looked as though it might have had thunder and lightning behind it," observed Bart, "but it was only a false alarm."