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Once Rosenlaube caught a faint metallic sound, and signalled through Phipps-Herrick's left leg to Mitchell's left arm, "Stop!" All three listened tensely. They crawled toward the faint noise. It was made by a loose end of wire swaying in the night-wind and tapping on a broken helmet. They were getting close to the German barbed wire.
Germany will be shut out. Why study German? From a practical point of view, I ask you, why?" "Didn't you take it at Harvard?" sarcastically drawled Rosenlaube, a Princeton man from Rittenhouse Square. Phipps-Herrick grunted. "Certainly I took it. It was supposed to be a soft-snap course. What do you think we go to Harvard for?
Well, yes, I suppose you can all three go, if you are set on it. In fact, I give the order to that effect." "Thank you, sir," said Rosenlaube and Mitchell. Phipps-Herrick, feeling that the strict etiquette of the preliminaries had been fully observed and the time to be human had come, held out a box of "Fierce Fairies." "Have a cigarette, Bunn, and take a chair, do.
And Rosenlaube added in his most impressive literary manner: "Plato, it must be so, thou reasonest well." "But tell me," said the lieutenant, "what were you fellows chattering about so loud when I came down?"
She has betrayed the principles of the new era. We are going to boycott her." "Won't that be rather difficult?" queried Mitchell, shaking his head. "Seventy or eighty million people hard to shut them out of the world, eh?" "Nonsense, dear Phil," drawled Rosenlaube; "it will be easy enough. But I don't agree with Phipps-Herrick about the reason or method.
It counted up to a couple of hundred German prisoners and three machine-guns in the next two days. Rosenlaube, still alive, was brought in just before daybreak by a volunteer rescue-party under the guidance of Phipps-Herrick. All three were cited in the despatches. Phipps-Herrick in due time received the Distinguished Service Cross for gallantry on the field.
A swift light swept the hole where they crouched, a volley of rifle-shots crashed into it. The Americans answered with their pistols, and saw three or four of the dark forms on the edge of the hole topple over. The rest disappeared. But Rosenlaube had a rifle-ball through his right hip and another through his shoulder. Mitchell and Phipps-Herrick started to carry him. "Drop it," he whispered.
But Mitchell had the surplus satisfaction of the hearing ear. "Look here, old man," Rosenlaube said to him as they lay side by side in the hospital, "'member our talk in the dugout just before our big night? Well, I allow there was something in what you said. There are times when it is a good thing to know a bit of that barbarous German language.
But that little beast, Professor von Buch, gave me a cold forty-minus on examination. So I dropped it, and thank God I've forgotten the little I ever knew of German! It will be absolutely useless in the new world." "Right you are," said Rosenlaube. "My grandfather used to speak it when he was angry a sloppy, slushy language, extremely ugly.
"Most excellent Phippick," nodded Rosenlaube, "I opine, as Horace said to Cicero, 'That's the stuff, or words to that effect. What saith the senator from Mitchellville?" "Noble," grinned Phil, "unmistakably noble! Those Obscurity fellows are a fiery lot.
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