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In the morning he rode down to Chepoix with some dispatches and in the afternoon to St. Justen-Chaussee. He was kept busy all day. When he returned to Cantigny, a little before dark, he was told to remain at headquarters, and for a while he feared that he was going to be court-martialled for overstaying his leave.
You wouldn't let me point your rifle for you, would you? They sent me to this sector 'cause I don't get lost and I don't get rattled. You said that about the Scouts just because you're mad. I'm not hunting for any light. I'm going back to Cantigny and I know where I'm at. You can come if you want to or you can go and get caught by the Germans if you want to.
There was a continuous stream of officers entering and emerging from the headquarters opposite and twice within half an hour companies of soldiers were brought into formation and passed silently away along the dark road. "You'll be in Germany in a couple of hours," called a private sitting alongside Tom as some of them passed. "Cantigny isn't Germany," another said.
"Sure it is," retorted a third; "all the land they hold is German soil. Call us up when you get a chance," he added in a louder tone to the receding ranks. "Is Cantigny near here?" Tom asked. "Just across the ditches." "Are we going to try to take it?" "Try to? We're going to wrap it up and bring it home."
In April, 1918, however, the First Division was placed in a more active position, and on May 28 took Cantigny; the Second Division was on the Marne River early in June, and later in the month helped prevent a German advance at Belleau Wood. Other forces were sent to operate with the British, a regiment was sent to Italy, and a small force to northern Russia and Siberia.
Tom was shaking all over the victim of suppressed excitement. He had been less excited on that memorable morning when he had "done his bit" at Cantigny. It seemed to be in the air that something unusual was likely to happen. Workers, passing with their wheelbarrows and hand trucks, slackened their pace and dallied as long as they dared, near the gangplank. They were quickly moved along.
High overhead there was a whirring, buzzing sound as a shadow glided through the sky where the stars shone peacefully. A company of boys in khaki, carrying intrenching implements, passed by, greeting them cheerily as they trudged back from doing their turn in digging the new trench line which would embrace Cantigny. Cantigny! "I'm glad we took the town, that's one sure thing," Tom said.
It was marked, crazy like, by that feller I told you about. I knew all the time we were coming to Cantigny." There was a moment of silence, then Roscoe, his voice full of feeling, said simply, "Tom Slade, you're a wonder." "Hear that, Paul Revere?" one of the soldiers said jokingly. "Praise from the Jersey Snipe means something." "No, it don't either," Roscoe muttered in self-distrust.
"Well, then, it's just this, and I was thinking about it while I was riding just after I started away from Cantigny. Mostly I was thinking about it after I took that last special look at old Piff " Mr. Conne chuckled. "I see," he said encouragingly. "Whoever that feller is," said Tom, "there's one thing sure.
"Where did you lose your arm?" "Cantigny. I was in the First Division. I'd been over since last September, waiting for something to happen, and then got fixed in my first engagement." "Can't you go home?" "Yes, I could. But I don't want to. I've got used to things over here. I was attached to Headquarters in Paris for awhile." Claude leaned across the rail.
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