But there was no time then to dwell on the exploit. The enemy was on the run and they must keep him going.
And they did, so well and so thoroughly, that when the day was over they had swept the whole ridge that had been their objective in the fight and planted Old Glory on its highest crest. And their victory was shared by the rest of the Allied line, who not only regained all the losses of the day before, but swept the Germans out of their first and second lines on a five-mile front, inflicting on them a defeat which they were long to remember.
And how the lesson that the Germans learned that day was repeated later on will be told in the next book of this series, ent.i.tled: "Army Boys on the Firing Line; Or, Holding Back the German Drive."
Not but what the victory had cost the Americans dearly. Every regiment engaged had its own long list of killed and wounded.
"Poor old Fred," said Frank, referring to Anderson. "His right arm was badly shattered and I"m afraid he may lose it."
"Fred is playing in hard luck," returned Bart. "That"s twice he"s been wounded. Remember the night down at the old mill when the bomb got his leg?"
"He"s having more than his share," agreed Billy.
"There"s Wilson, too," said Bart. "He"s been in the thick of it all day, but he went down with a bullet in his shoulder just as we got to the top of the ridge."
"The corp certainly fought like a tiger," said Tom. "But he"s worth a dozen dead men yet. A month in the hospital will fix him up all right, I hope."
"There"s one good thing anyway," pat in Billy. "The Huns haven"t taken many of our boys prisoners."
"And we"ve got more of their men than we know what to do with," exulted Frank.
"I know what I"d do with them," said Tom. "I"d send them to America to be imprisoned there and I"d put a bunch of them on every transport that sailed to the other side."
"That wouldn"t be a bad stunt," agreed Bart. "Then if a submarine sank the ship it would carry a lot of their own people down to Davy Jones."
Among the missing was one whose loss did not greatly grieve the boys of the old Thirty-seventh. Nick Rabig did not answer to his name when the roll was called. They did not find his body on the field, nor was he among the wounded that were brought in and tenderly cared for in the hospitals.
"I see Nick is missing," remarked Frank to Bart later in the evening, as they were resting and rejoicing over the victory.
"Missing but not missed," put in the implacable Tom.
"If the Huns have got him, he"ll feel more at home than he ever felt with us," remarked Bart.
"Maybe he was captured against his will," said Tom, "and then again _maybe_--"
"What do you suppose they"ll say in Camport when they hear of this day"s work, fellows?" asked Billy.
"Oh," answered Frank with a laugh, "they"ll only say: "It"s nothing more than we expected.""
"They know us, don"t they?"
"Of course they do," broke in Tom. "We came to France to do our duty as American citizens, as well as soldiers."
"I wonder how long it will be before this war is over and we start for home?" came from Frank.
"Not tired of the game yet, are you?" quizzed Billy, quickly.
"Do I look as if I was tired of it?" was the counter-question.
"We are all going to stay over here until the Huns are licked good and proper!" burst cut Bart. "There is no use in stopping while the job is only half finished."
"Just you wait until Uncle Sam has a lot of men over here," put in Billy. "Then we"ll show those Huns what"s what and don"t you forget it!
We"ll wallop them so thoroughly they"ll be getting down on their knees yelling for mercy."
"Now you"ve said something!" came in a chorus from the others.
And here let us say good-bye to the Army Boys.