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"You fellows go back," he said. "We don't need you now." When they stared uncomprehending, he asked: "Polly voo Francy?" "We, we!" cried they in one voice. "Well, then," said the doughboy, "go back! Go home! Toot sweet! Have sleep! Rest! We lick 'em Heinies!"
"You fellows are slated to go over the mountain with a bunch of others to round up some of the guns and supplies that the Heinies have promised to surrender. They're slow about it, and have been making all kinds of excuses to keep from bringing them in. The general's patience is just about exhausted, and he's going to get those guns or know the reason why." "Where is the place?" asked Frank.
"Your officers over here want to keep their eyes peeled," he remarked to the Army Boys after he had just made his report at division headquarters. "Those Heinies have made up their minds to get across this river by hook or crook. They figure that with the open country behind you they'll have a good chance to throw you back if they can only get a footing on this side."
"It gets my goat to think of those Heinies chuckling to themselves because they put one over on us," gritted Billy between his teeth. "They laugh best who laugh last," growled Bart. "They'll laugh on the other side of their mouth when we lay hands on them." "If we ever do," muttered pessimistic Tom.
"Sounds as though some one were getting trouble, and plenty of it, and I'm willing to bet the Heinies are getting the worst end of it." "You can bet they are," agreed Billy. "And just wait till this bunch of bad men gets after them. It begins to seem like old times again." "Right you are," said Tom. "And whatever's going to happen, it will be pretty soon, because we're getting close."
Only yesterday she had seen a man bow in that same way! The guns on the battle front had been silent for twenty-four hours; but there were whispers of the Yankees "getting back" at the Heinies in return for the outbreak of German gunfire which had startled Ruth Fielding the afternoon she had taken tea at the Chateau Marchand.
I didn't see such an awful lot of action in France, but once a raiding party of Heinies tumbled into our trench, and there was a deuce of a ruction for a few minutes. Between bayonets and bombs we cleaned the lot, a couple of dozen of them. After it was all over, we stacked them up like cordwood with about as much compunction. It seemed perfectly natural.
"The trouble is that they always go wrong," laughed Frank. "I'll bet he's cross-eyed." "Yet the Heinies fall for them every time," said Billy. "I suppose they figure that just by the law of chance one of them will have to be right some time." "I thought that the drive had started the other morning, when the Germans came down like wolves on a fold," said Bart.
"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 space 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.
Why! before he and Tom can get into the nasty business again the war may be over. Just see the reports in the papers of what our boys are doing. They really have the Heinies on the run." "Ye-as," murmured Mercy. "Running which way?" "Treason!" cried Jennie. "The only way the Germans have ever run forward is by crawling." "Oh! Oh! Listen to the Irish bull!" cried Helen.
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