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And in another moment the fire of two rifles would have been concentrated on that moving splotch of blackness, whence had come the sneeze, except that the guttural German expletive was followed by a tense whisper. And the words came in good English. "Don't shoot, boys! I'm Schnitz!"
You'll get blue streaks, though, Schnitz, for disobeying orders." "Oh, I guess not," was the easy answer. "It'll all be forgotten in the excitement. I just had to go out. I heard where you fellows were stationed on listening post and I started out with the intention of crawling back to your position. Hit it, too; didn't I?"
Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Jeni Warnken and PG Distributed Proofreaders By Author of "The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling" "The Khaki Boys on the Way," "The Khaki Boys at the Front," etc. By CAPT. GORDON BATES THE KHAKI BOYS AT CAMP STERLING or Training for the Big Fight in France THE KHAKI BOYS FIGHTING TO WIN or Smashing the German Lines CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, New York "What's that, Schnitz?"
To the delight of the Khaki Boys the second machine-gun was in good order, and there was considerable ammunition left. "But can we work it?" asked Bob. "Let me take a look," suggested Franz. "I saw something of 'em when they had me a prisoner." "Something good may come of that, after all," cried Jimmy. "Here you go, Schnitz, take a look."
"Thought you were done for, like poor Iggy," cried Roger. "I thought so, too," answered Schnitz. "I felt sure my foot was lopped off, but it was only bruised on the ankle by a stone that some piece of shell must have kicked up. It's only badly bruised. I don't have to go to the rear!" and he said this joyously.
But he's not going West, and if that isn't good news I don't know what is!" "That's the best news you've given us since you said the soup kitchens were on their way the day after the big fight," declared Schnitz. "How much is he hurt?" "Well, really not any at all, except for some bad bruises, and he says they'll be better in a day or so.
It was almost unbelievable, and, for a moment, both listening lads had a doubt. This might be some trick of the Germans, and "Schnitz" was a sufficiently common Teutonic name, shortened as it was. But a moment later the voice from the darkness went on in the same cautious whisper: "Don't fire, Bob Jimmy! If you do, you'll spoil a little surprise-party."
He did not dare stop or turn around but he shouted: "Done for, Schnitz?" "Only one finger nipped," was the grim answer. "Go on! We're with you!" One machine-gun concentrated on Simpson and his four gallant lads, and, in less time than it takes for you to read these words, the five lives were snuffed out. "Come on! Come on!" yelled Jimmy.
"Well, we'll go to see him as soon as we get leave," decided Bob. "Don't think I'm asking this because of the money involved," said Schnitz, a little later, "though we all agree that it's fine and generous of you to have offered to whack up. But did you hear anything of Sergeant Maxwell?" "Not a word," declared Jimmy, "nor the missing five thousand francs, either.
"Me either when I was slaving in the munition plant, and running a chance of being blown up every minute," declared Roger. "But I think Schnitz is right what's to be done! Maybe Maxwell was robbed, and he started after the thief and " "'Maybe' won't get us anywhere," said Jimmy. "Of course, I'd rather lose the five thousand francs ten times over than have anything happen to Maxwell.
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