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The little sisters, Gretchens and Katchens, were learning away almost as hard as the Hermanns and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy thought a better time of it.
Probably not another man in the army could have done it, but it no doubt added to the reputation of the Australians, as these Fritzes must have thought us a race of Samsons. There is a strong bond between us and the airmen, and the army's pair of eyes are focussed together, for the information from both sources is co-ordinated.
The wind will carry it down the throat of the Fritzes. We shall find 'em dead." So men I met had talked of that new weapon which most of them hated. It was at five-thirty when the men busy with the cylinders turned on little taps. There was a faint hissing noise, the escape of gas from many pipes.
"Maybe we'd better get out of here," suggested Blake. "We've got a lot of views, and " "Don't run yet, Buddies!" called a voice, and along came Private Drew. "You'll never hear the bullet that hits you. And they're firing high, the Fritzes are! Don't run yet. How're you making it?" "All right so far, but it's fierce!" cried Blake, as he stopped for a moment to let a smoke cloud blow away.
Quite correct: I downed three Fritzes, one ablaze, and the next day again great sport: mistook four Boches for Frenchmen. At first fought three of them, then one alone at 3200 to 800 meters. He took fire. They will have to wait till the earth dries so they can dig him out. An hour later a two-seater turned up at 5500. He blundered, and fell straight down on a 75, which died of the shock.
'Curse you, Sergeant! 'e yelled, 'what's the good of goin' back? We've got to 'old this trench or 'op it. If you don't like the air down there, come up on the parapet with me. And up 'e jumps on to the parapet with the gas clearin' away, and the Fritzes only 30 or 40 yards off. "'It? Why, of course 'e was 'it.
The first shot landed on our support trenches, the next in No Man's Land, and the third on Fritz's front line. Each time it seemed as if a double-powered Vesuvius were in eruption, and when the artillery got to know its pranks there was no need for us to get out from under. The aeroplanes reported that when the "blind pigs" went over, some Fritzes could be seen running half an hour afterward.
"It's a shell!" cried Joe, as he saw it half bury itself in the earth. "Look out!" Private Drew gave one look at the place where the German missile had fallen, not ten feet away, and then, with a shrug of his shoulders, he cried: "It's only a dud!" "What's that?" asked Joe. "Shell that didn't explode," answered the soldier. "The Fritzes have fired a lot of them lately.
Such as possess them are wearing Woodbine stumps upon the lower lip. They are quite ready to compare notes. Let us approach, and listen, to a heavily bandaged gentleman who so the label attached to him informs us is Private Blank, of the Manchesters, suffering from three "G.S." machine-gun bullet wounds. "Did the Fritzes run? Yes they run all right!
"Reckon they will be in the trenches before long," ventured Ted. "Frisking bean balls at the Fritzes," snapped Bill Witt with a chuckle as he joined his mates. And now the submarine fleet continued on its way into the North Sea. An American destroyer, two English "limeys" and a French vessel of the same type were to escort the Yankee subs the rest of the way.
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