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American determination and American marksmanship had saved three American lives. The German sentinel might have his laugh if he liked. It was hours later before the three who had been imprisoned learned how their rescue had been effected; but they got an inkling of it as they came within four hundred yards of the American-French front. "What are you doing?"
Finding that we had time to spare, we went across the street and bargained for an in-transit luncheon with one of those dull native shopkeepers who has no idea of American-French. Your American-French, by the way, succeeds well enough so long as you practise, in the seclusion of your apartment, certain assorted sentences which the phrase-book tells you are likely to be needed.
Another rocket cut a glaring path across the sky. Again it was from the American-French side and illumined the black shadows strewn along the ground like little clumps of low-growing bushes. "Ah!" exclaimed the lieutenant suddenly, and then, in the same breath: "Up and at 'em, boys!"
At that very same moment, a quarter of a mile away, Joe brought his companion to a halt, took out his flashlight, and, facing the American line, began making and breaking the connection in a way to give a number of short, even flashes. Presently a light appeared, was extinguished and appeared again, at the edge of the American-French lines.
In a moment another rocket went up, this time from the American-French side, and it clearly showed what Joe and Frank both had seen. Six, perhaps seven or eight, men were crawling along, headed toward them. "They are making for the same place," said Jerry. "Exactly," replied the lieutenant. "It means that we have got to fight for it.
But on the eighth day a veritable fury launched itself upon that section of the American-French front, in the shape of seemingly endless brigades of Boches that were hurled "over the top" of their own breastworks, across No Man's Land, and upon the first-line trenches of the Allies.
We at once expressed a desire to meet Mr. Duval and hear from his own lips how such results were attained. A meeting was easily arranged and we arrived at the appointed hour, just in time to hear one of the brilliant students of this American-French singing master. Mr. Duval is young, slim and lithe of figure, with sensitive, refined features, which grow very animated as he speaks.
Shortly before midnight of the preceding night a terrible bombardment had been directed against the American-French trenches, and their hidden artillery to the rear of them. This was kept up for about seven hours, and the duel of heavy guns shook the earth like a quake and was deafening.
Ostrander thought this gray-eyed, independent American-French girl far superior to the obsequious filles d'honneur, whose brocades had rustled through those quinquonces, and Helen vaguely realized the truth of her fellow pupil's mischievous criticism of her companion that day at the Louvre. Surely there was no classical statue here comparable to the one-armed soldier-painter!
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