"We want you to surrender," replied the man in excellent English.
"And if we don"t?" continued Frank, in his native tongue.
"Then you"ll be committing suicide," answered the other promptly.
"I"m not so sure of that," replied Frank. "I suppose you"d have said that before you made your last rush. But as you see, we"re not dead yet."
"That was different," replied the messenger. "You can see now that we have double the number we had before and more than double the guns. You can"t possibly hold out against us."
"Maybe not," replied Frank, "but at any rate we"re going to try.
If you want us, you"ll have to come and take us, and even then you"ll only get our dead bodies, for we won"t be taken alive."
He spoke with a decision that seemed to disconcert the man who stood for a moment irresolute.
"Is that your last word?" he asked.
"I have only one word," replied Frank. "You heard me. Go back and tell your comrades to come on as soon as they like. They"ll find us ready for them. But I warn you now as I warned you before that our Government will get you--every last one of you. You may kill us, but you"ll swing for it."
He turned to go back to his friends, but the messenger still stood there.
"Well," said Frank, turning around, "why don"t you go? Got anything more to say?"
"Only this," returned the messenger. "My comrades will not insist on your surrender. But we must have the prisoners. If you give them up, you may go where you will."
"So you had that little joker in reserve, did you?" asked Frank grimly. "Well, my answer is just the same. We"ve got those prisoners, and we"re going to keep them. We started to take them into camp, and we"re going to take them there. If you get them at all, you"ll get them after we"re dead."
There was no mistaking the determination in his tones, and there was a look of unwilling admiration in the eyes of the messenger as he turned to depart.
"You are foolish," he said, "but you have had your chance. You and your companions are doomed."
"That may be," replied Frank, "but if we are, we"ll take a lot of you along with us."
They separated and returned to their respective camps.
"Get ready now, boys, for the fight of your lives," Frank admonished his comrades, after he had told them of what had pa.s.sed between him and the flag bearer.
"Let them come," said Bart. "We"re good for a lot of them if our bullets hold out."
"And when they"re gone, we"ve got our bayonets," put in Tom.
"And our knives may do some damage," added Billy, as his hand rested on the haft of his.
With every faculty alert and their eyes fixed upon their enemies, the Army Boys waited for the expected rush.
"What are they waiting for?" muttered Tom peevishly. "Are they getting cold feet? Or are they waiting for another gang of hoboes to join them before they care to tackle us?"
"It isn"t that," Frank answered. "They may be planning new tactics. Their others didn"t work very well."
"I believe they"re going away," cried Billy, as he saw the crowd dispersing.
"Guess again," returned Frank. "They"re doing what I"ve been afraid all along they"d try to do. They"re spreading out so as to surround us on all sides. They didn"t have men enough to do that at first, but they"ve got them now."
A few minutes more and they saw that Frank was right. The men were describing a wide circle, with the evident intention of attacking the Army Boys from all sides at once.
"That means that they"ll drive us out into the open," said Frank.
"We can"t be on both sides of a tree at once. Half of them at least can take pot shots at us without our having any shelter."
"It"s good dope from their point of view," remarked Tom. "We"d better start in to discourage it right away. They think they"re out of range, but I"m going to try to prove to them that they"re mistaken."
His eye ran along his rifle barrel, and after taking unusually careful aim he fired. One of the Germans threw up his hands and fell.
"A long shot, but I got him," remarked Tom with satisfaction.
"Some shot," said Bart approvingly.
The immediate result was a widening of the circle as the others tried to get back further out of range. But the circle kept forming just the same, and in a quarter of an hour it was completed.
Then it began contracting, the foe taking advantage of every hill and every tree to get nearer. Occasionally they would send over some scattering shots, but in the main they held their fire until they should get into closer quarters.
The Army Boys in the meantime had been working feverishly. The trees were no longer to be relied on, with enemies at the back as well as at the front. So they dug furiously into the snow, until they had heaped it high enough all around them to form a circular trench.
When they had finished, the top of the trench was on a level with their eyes, so that their bodies were sheltered. But they had to lift their heads above it as often as they sighted and fired their rifles, and they risked getting a bullet every time they did it.
By now the enemy was creeping closer, and there was a constant zipping of bullets around and over their heads. The boys themselves were forced to husband their fire, because of their scarcity of ammunition, and they wasted no bullets in merely returning the enemy"s fire. They watched their opportunities, and wherever an arm or a head showed itself, it became a target for their rifles. Sometimes they missed, but oftener they found their mark, and they knew that they had put at least five of their enemies out of the fighting. But the odds were still enormous, and with every moment the Germans were drawing closer. Soon they would be near enough for a concerted rush from all sides at once.
"It"s coming soon now, fellows," Frank warned his comrades, "and when it comes we want to jump out to meet it. We don"t want to be caught in this trench like rats in a trap. When I give the word, let them have all you"ve got in your guns, and then we"ll lay into them with our knives and bayonets."
Several minutes pa.s.sed and the enemy"s fire died down. Soon it ceased entirely and an ominous silence replaced the singing of the bullets.
"Have they run out of ammunition, do you think?" Bart asked of Frank.
"No such luck," was the answer. "They"re getting ready for a rush.
On your toes now, and listen for the word."
One, two, three minutes pa.s.sed. And then came the rush.
But it was not the rush that the boys had looked for!
Out from the trees with a wild cheer came tearing a squad of the old Thirty-seventh, with Wilson at their head, and fell like an avalanche on the foe!
The Germans were taken completely by surprise. In their concentration on their expected prey they had failed to note the foe approaching from the rear. There were a few scattered shots, and then the Germans scattered and ran like so many hares in all directions.
CHAPTER IX
THE COLONEL"S WARNING