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"That's a dandy letter!" declared Jimmy when he had finished reading it. "I'll get it right off for you, Iggy." "Better writing I am doing yes, is it not?" anxiously inquired the Polish lad. "You bet!" declared Bob, and his eyes, as well as those of his chums, were moist, for there was a pathetic note in the missive, in spite of its queerness.
Then he was lifted out, and in a little while it was ascertained that he was not seriously injured at least outwardly. His arms and legs were whole, and there was no big wound, though he was terribly scratched and bruised. "But why stand up can not I!" asked Iggy, for Roger and Jimmy were supporting him with their arms around him down in the shell hole.
The Germans were taking frightful toll. "This way! This way!" suddenly ordered the lieutenant. "Into the woods!" Jimmy saw a large grove of trees on his left. He turned toward them, and he noted that Franz and Iggy were ahead of him, while Bob and Roger came in the rear.
There came an explosion on Jimmy's left an explosion from a small German shell that blew up a section of the orchard, tossing the blackened and gnarled stumps high in the air. And with the stumps were mingled poor, twisted human bodies. For one terrible moment Jimmy feared for Franz and Iggy, whom he had last noted almost at the very spot where the shell exploded.
"Poor Iggy!" murmured Roger. Roger Barlow, who was slightly behind his comrade in their queer progress back toward the shell hole near which the Polish lad had been seen to fall, observed his fellow sergeant come to a halt. "What's the matter hit?" cried Roger anxiously.
"Yesterday started in fine, but look what happened before night." "Look what happened!" echoed Jimmy. "I don't believe since we joined the service any more things have happened in any one day. We ought to be thankful we're alive." "Sure we are," said Iggy. "But I thinks me dat he is going to rain!" "Who's he?" asked Franz. "Him!" and Iggy pointed to the sun. "Der wedder I mean.
To the great orb that had seen the earth formed, this fighting, momentous as it was destined to be, was only an incident in the rolling on of the ages of time. "Wonder why we're being held up?" ventured Franz. "I haven't had half enough of fighting yet." "Nor of me, neither," declared Iggy, who seemed to have recovered all his spunk and spirit.
These four lads soon became "bunkies" at Camp Sterling, where they had their training. Later they took into their friendship one Franz Schnitzel, who, though possessed of a German name, was, nevertheless, a loyal "United Stateser," as Iggy called it. Franz had a hard time, at first, convincing people of his loyalty, and once he was accused of a black crime, but later he was proved innocent.
To fight it is my idea, yes." "You've got the right idea!" declared Bob. "We'll be fighting soon enough. But Iggy, do you see that fellow over there?" and he pointed to Captain Dickerson. "Sure I see him. Him was the man what saved us at the fire." "Exactly. And he went over toward the Germans, didn't he?" "I thinks me he did," admitted Iggy.
If he was within our lines some one would have heard of it. Or perhaps they wouldn't either, in all this excitement. It may take two or three days to locate him, if he's alive." "And if he isn't or is a prisoner?" suggested Bob. "Then good-bye to our thousand dollars," sighed Jimmy. "I'm thinking of poor Iggy, too," said Bob, after a pause. "Do you think he has any chance!"
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