For several hours the fight continued with a bitterness that had not been paralleled before in the whole course of the war. Again and again the enemy attacked, only to be beaten back before the stonewall defense.
But the Americans were not satisfied with merely defending their position. About two hours after noon they organized a counterattack.
With splendid vim and ardor, and in a dashing charge, they smashed the division confronting them, driving them back in confusion and bringing hundreds of prisoners back with them to the trenches.
"I guess that will hold them for a while," crowed Billy, as they rested for a few minutes after their return.
"We certainly slashed them good and plenty," exulted Frank, as he washed up a scratched shoulder that had been struck by a splinter of shrapnel.
"If the rest of the line is holding as well as our fellows, the drive will be ended almost as soon as it began," remarked Bart.
"And Heinie was going to walk all over us, was he?" grinned Billy.
"He"s got another guess coming."
But their amazement was great a few minutes later when the order came for the regiment to fall back.
"Fall back!" howled Billy when he heard the order. "What is this, a joke?"
"Why should we fall back, when we"ve just licked the tar out of the Heinies?" growled Bart.
"Orders are orders," said Frank briefly. "I suppose our commanders know what they"re doing. But it certainly is tough luck."
Their officers no doubt felt an equal chagrin, but the need was imperative. The Germans had struck along a front of fifty miles. At many points they had encountered a resistance as fierce and determined as that put up by the old Thirty-seventh and its companion regiments of the same division.
But at others they had been more successful. They had introduced a new kind of tactics that had never been used before on the western front, although it had been employed successfully in Russia. These were the so-called Von Hutier tactics whereby, when a division was used up, instead of falling back it simply opened up and let a fresh division pa.s.s through and take up the burden.
The old plan had been to clear up everything as one went along. The idea of the new tactics was to press swiftly ahead even if they left behind them machine-gun nests and strong enemy positions. These could be cleaned up later one by one, while in front the swift advance was intended to demoralize the opposing army and throw it out of formation by the very speed of the progress.
The plan, like every other, had its weak points. It involved a very heavy loss of men because of the ma.s.ses in which they moved forward, and it also exposed its flank by penetrating too rapidly into the host lines before the artillery could be brought up for support. But if successful, it was almost sure to break the enemy"s line and throw it into confusion.
Later on the Allies were to learn how they might most easily frustrate these tactics. But at the start of the great drive the plan met with considerable success because of its novelty.
It was this that had brought the command to retreat. The British forces on the right wing of the Allied armies had been forced to give way. The line had not been broken, but it had been badly bent. The British retreated doggedly, fighting with the splendid heroism that was in accordance with their traditions, and at no time did the retreat become a rout. But in order to keep the line straight the American forces too were ordered to fall back, even though they had been successful on their section of the line.
"It"s a shame!" growled Billy, as the retirement began. "It makes me sore to have those Heinies think they"ve got us going."
"We"ll come back," said Frank cheerfully. "It"s a good general that knows when to retreat as well as to advance. We"re only going to get s.p.a.ce enough to crouch for a spring."
The division withdrew in good order, keeping up a rear-guard action that kept the enemy at a respectful distance. When night fell the Americans had reached the position a.s.signed to them, and the backward movement was halted. The troops entrenched, and with the Allied line straightened out once more, faced the foe that it had decisively defeated earlier in the day.
"Nothing to do till tomorrow," exclaimed Frank as he threw himself on the ground.
"Don"t fool yourself that way," said Corporal Wilson, who had just come up and heard the remark. "Unless I lose my guess you"ve got something to do tonight. Didn"t you tell me the other day that you understood how to handle a motorcycle?"
"Why, yes," said Frank. "I"ve ridden one a good deal. I won a race on Camport Fair Grounds a couple of years ago."
"Then you"re just the man the general wants to see," replied Wilson.
"He sent a message to the colonel asking for the services of a man who was cool and plucky, and who could also ride a motorcycle. I don"t know of any one else who can fill the bill better than you."
"I"ll be glad to do whatever"s wanted of me," replied Frank, and with a word of farewell to his comrades he accompanied the corporal to headquarters.
Here he was ushered into the presence of a group of officers who were poring over a large map spread out upon a table.
"Is this the young man you were telling me about, Colonel?" asked the general, a tall, powerfully built man, looking sharply at Frank from beneath a pair of bushy eyebrows.
"Yes, General," replied the colonel. "Captain Baker vouches for his coolness and courage and his quick thinking in an emergency. And I"m told he understands all about motorcycles."
"Just the man," commented the general. "I want you," he continued, addressing Frank, "to carry a message for me to the British commander on our right. Our division has lost touch with him and the field telephone is not working. Probably it has been cut by the enemy. The message is most important and I want you to make all the speed you can.
Go and get ready now and report to your captain, who will hand you the papers. He will have a machine ready for you. That is all."
Frank hurried back and made his preparations, which were brief. While he worked he told his eager companions of the errand with which he had been entrusted.
"Wish I were going with you," remarked Bart.
"Same here," said Billy.
"That would be dandy," agreed Frank.
He shook hands with them and hurried away to the captain"s quarters, where he found that officer waiting for him with the papers.
"There"s no answer," he said, as he handed them over. "When you"ve delivered the papers your work is done. Good luck."
Frank thrust the papers in his pocket after receiving full directions as to his route. The motorcycle was standing at the door. It was a powerful machine of the latest make and everything about it suggested strength and speed. He noticed that there was a saddle in the rear and a thought came to him.
"I see that this machine will carry double," he said. "Would you mind if I took a companion with me? The machine will carry two as swiftly as it will one. Then, too, if one of us were hurt or shot the other one could still go on with the message."
"An excellent idea," said the captain after pondering a moment. "Get him, but make haste."
Frank rushed back to his chums.
"Which one of you wants to go with me?" he asked breathlessly.
"I do," they yelled in chorus.
"Sorry," laughed Frank, "but there"s only room for one. Toss a coin."
The luck favored Bart, much to Billy"s disappointment. In a jiffy Frank and Bart had bidden Billy good-by, jumped to their places, and with a leap the powerful machine darted off.
The night was clear, and as soon as they were away from the camp Frank had no trouble in finding the road that he had been ordered to take.
It was a good one in ordinary times, but now it had been torn by sh.e.l.ls from the German guns in many places and care had to be taken to avoid a spill. The shaded light threw its rays a considerable distance ahead, but they were going at a speed that did not leave them much time to avoid obstacles even after they were detected.
The road swung around in a wide semi-circle and led through a number of French villages. These the Army Boys found in great confusion. The approach of the Huns was a terrible threat to the towns that might fall into German hands. What the enemy had done in the occupied parts of France and Belgium had given warning of what any other places they might capture would have to expect.
Wagons were being hastily piled with household belongings, men were shouting, children were crying, and the whole scene was desolate and pitiful beyond description.
The roads were so congested at these places that rapid progress was impossible. They had to thread their way among the crowd of vehicles, and in some cases were compelled to resort to the fields. But they made up for this on other stretches, and were congratulating themselves that on the whole they were making pretty good time when suddenly they were startled by a number of rifle shots and bullets whizzed by uncomfortably close.
"It"s the Huns!" cried Frank.
"I didn"t know they"d got as close as this!" exclaimed Bart. "More gas, Frank! Quick!"