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There was a m.u.f.fled exclamation and a short sharp struggle. Then the sentry lay on the ground unconscious, while Frank and Bart hastily improvised a gag, and bound the man's hands and feet.
"Good work," commended the corporal, as Frank and Bart rejoined their comrades. "That was the most ticklish part. The rest ought to be easy."
But he was mistaken, for just then the door of a dugout in a small trench opened, and two men came out with lanterns. It was evidently the corporal of the guard who had come out with a private to relieve the sentry.
There was an exclamation of surprise and alarm, and as the light of the lanterns revealed the group of dark figures at the head of the trench, the men started to leap back into the dugout. But a rifle cracked and one of them fell. The other, however, got inside and slammed and barred the door.
"Rush them, men!" shouted the corporal, and charged, at their head, toward the dugout.
Two or three of them launched themselves against the door, but it held.
"Splinter it with your gun b.u.t.ts!" yelled the corporal, and a series of heavy blows thundered against the barrier.
Some of the planks started to give, but before the door had completely yielded, it was thrown open from within and the Germans rushed out, firing as they came.
They were met by a return volley, and two of them fell. But the others charged fiercely, and in an instant the two forces were engaged in a terrible hand-to-hand battle.
In the narrow confines of the trench there was no chance for shooting after the first volley. It was a matter of fists and knives and in this the Germans proved, as they had many times before, that they were no match for the sinewy young Americans who with a yell went at them like wild-cats.
Sullenly they retreated and their leader held up his hands and shouted "_Kamerad!_"
His followers did the same. The fight was over. None of the Americans had been killed though one was slightly and another severely wounded.
Three of the Germans would never fight again and two others stood supported by their comrades.
Two of the Americans stood at the door of the dugout and searched the Germans for arms as they came through. Others stood at the head of the trench and herded the prisoners together for transportation to the other side.
The German corporal looked about him as he and his men stood guarded by Americans with loaded rifles, and his chagrin was evident as he realized that he had been captured by so small a force.
"Are these all the men you have?" he asked in pa.s.sable English of Wilson.
"They were enough, weren't they?" answered Wilson with a grin that reflected itself on the faces of his comrades.
"_Donnerwetter!_" growled the German. "You would never have taken us if we had known!"
"We don't tell all we know," answered Wilson with a grin.
The prisoners were ferried across in groups of half a dozen at a time, but not before Billy had had the satisfaction of gathering up the insulting placards that had aroused his ire and tearing them up before the Germans' faces.
"Feel better now?" laughed Frank.
"Lots," replied Billy. "I couldn't exactly make them swallow them, but they must have felt almost as bad to see so much German Kultur going to waste."
The party was greeted with exuberant delight on their return, and received the special thanks of the captain.
"It was a big risk," he smiled, "but risks have a way of going through when they are carried out by the boys I'm lucky enough to command."
"You forget, Captain," smiled the lieutenant who stood nearby, "that there are no American soldiers in France."
"That's so," laughed the captain. "The U-boats stopped us from coming over, didn't they?"
CHAPTER XII
THE DRUGGED DETACHMENT
A scouting party was being made up a few days later, and the Army Boys were glad that they were included in it. In the region where they were stationed the woods were thick, and there was a sort of "twilight zone"
that afforded excellent opportunities for individual fighting. The lines were rather loosely kept, and it was no uncommon occurrence to have raiding parties slip across, have a brush with their opponents, and retire with what forage or prisoners they might be lucky enough to take.
There had been a good deal of "sniping" that, while it only caused occasional losses, was a source of hara.s.sment and irritation, and Frank's squad had orders to "get" as many of these sharpshooters as possible.
A little way from the camp there was a deep gorge. Along its top were many huge trees whose branches reached far out over the precipice.
They drew so close together that their branches in many cases were interwoven.
The squad was moving along without any attempt to keep formation in such rough country, when there was the crack of a rifle and a bullet zipped close by Frank's ear.
He started back.
"Did it get you, Frank?" called out Bart in alarm.
"No," replied Frank, "but it came closer than I care to think about."
At the corporal's command they took shelter behind trees, from which they scanned the locality in the direction from which the shot had come.
There was no trace of any concealed marksman, search the coverts as they would. But that he was there, and that he was an enemy to be dreaded, was shown a moment later when a bullet ridged the fingers of the hand that Billy had incautiously exposed.
With an exclamation, Billy put his bleeding fingers to his mouth. The injury was slight and Bart bound his hand up for him, using extreme care to keep behind the trees.
"We have to hand it to that fellow," remarked the corporal. "He certainly knows how to shoot."
"I'd hand him something if I only knew where he was," growled Billy.
"I know where he is," said Frank.
"Do you?" asked the corporal eagerly.
"Where?"
"In the tallest of that clump of trees on the edge of the gorge,"
replied Frank. "I caught a glimpse of his rifle barrel the last time he fired."
"We'll give him a volley," decided the corporal, and a moment later, at his command, the rifles rang out.
Several times this was repeated in the hope that one of the bullets would find its mark. But the tree trunk was enormously thick and bullets imbedded themselves in it without injury to the marksman, snugly sheltered on the further side.
If they could have surrounded the tree and shot from different sides there would have been no trouble in bagging their quarry. But the tree had been cunningly chosen for the reason that the further side hung over the precipice and could only be attacked from the side where the party now were.