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"Come on you Fritzies what's left of you," cried the lieutenant, when he had made sure that there were no others of his party whom he could rescue. Then with Tom and Jack the center of a happy, tumultuous throng of their own comrades, the trip back to the American lines was begun.
I've no doubt the Fritzies had taken a hack at it, too, when they found they couldn't hold it any longer they usually did. "But, by a sort of miracle, there was a piano inside that had come through all the trouble. The building and all the rest of the furniture had been knocked to bits, but the piano was all right, although, as I say, I don't know how that had happened.
The man with the nervous voice went on talking, while the song roared about them. "I don't spend a night without thinkin' o' them funny helmets the Fritzies wear. Have you ever thought that there was something goddam funny about the shape o' them helmets?" "Can the helmets, kid," said his friend. "You told us all about them onct." "I ain't told you why I can't forgit 'em, have I?"
I won't never be all right. The doctor says I'm all right now, but I know I'm not, the lyin' fool." "Some time, wasn't it?" "I'll be damned to hell if I do it again. I can't sleep at night thinkin' of the shape of the Fritzies' helmets. Have you ever thought that there was somethin' about the shape of them goddam helmets...?" "Ain't they just or'nary shapes?" asked Fuselli, half turning round.
"You'll get well plenty soon enough, Andy, and get yourself marked Class A, and get given a gun, an 'Over the top, boys!...to see if the Fritzies won't make a better shot next time.... Talk about suckers! You're the most poifect sucker I ever met.... What did you want to tell the loot your legs didn't hurt bad for?
Just at daybreak our barrage burst on the enemy trenches, and over we went; we got the front-line trenches without much opposition, but where the Fritzies did make a stand there was some dirty work. We were losing quite a lot of men with artillery fire. Rust was hit in the back with shrapnel, and as he half turned, a bullet caught him, smashing his jaw.
"Well; what d'ye reckon's goin' on at the front now?" said Meadville. "Damned of I know. The goddam hospital at Orleans was so full up there was guys in stretchers waiting all day on the pavement outside. I know that.... Fellers there said hell'd broke loose for fair. Looks to me like the Fritzies was advancin'." Meadville looked at him incredulously. "Those skunks?" said Fuselli.
One night several of us were down in a cutting on a bombing-post. The cutting had once been the Ypres Commines railway and it ran across the German lines as well as through ours. We had strong posts there to keep the Fritzies back in case they took a notion to come over. In the daytime it was exposed to rifle fire.
This ain’t business. I was a damn fool and I’m doin’ time like any souse what the bulls pinch. Only I get more than thirty days, I do. That’s what’s killin’ me, Doc! Duck Werner in a tin lid, suckin’ soup an’ shootin’ Fritzies when I oughter be in Noo York with me fren’s lookin’ after business. Can you beat it?" he ended fiercely.
One of these was a tremendous man and, from his uniform and arrogant bearing, evidently an officer. The other two were plain, ordinary "Fritzies." Tom believed that they had come to this spot by some circuitous route, bent upon the act which their comrade and the mechanism had failed to accomplish. He watched them in suspense, glancing occasionally at Roscoe.
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