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THE BOY ALLIES WITH HAIG IN FLANDERS

Or The Fighting Canadians of Vimy Ridge

By Clair W. Hayes




CHAPTER I

A NEW USE FOR A DICTAPHONE

The rain fell in torrents over the great battlefield, as Hal Paine and
Chester Crawford, taking advantage of the inky blackness of the night,
crept from the shelter of the American trenches that faced the enemy
across "No Man's Land."

In the trenches themselves all was silence. To a spectator it would
have seemed that the occupants were, either dead or asleep; yet such
was not the case.

It is true that most of the men had "turned in" for the night, sleeping
on their arms, for there was no means of telling at what moment the
enemy might issue from his trenches in another of the night raids that
had marked this particular sector for the last few weeks; but the ever
vigilant sentinels stood watch over the sleeping men.  They would sound
an alarm, should occasion demand, in ample time to arouse the sleepers
if an enemy's head appeared in the darkness.

Hal and Chester, of course, left the American trenches with full
knowledge of these sentinels; otherwise they might have been shot.

Once beyond the protecting walls of earth, they moved swiftly and
silently toward the German trenches less than a hundred feet
away--just the distance from the home plate to first base on a baseball
diamond, as Hal put it--ninety feet.

These two lads, who now advanced directly toward the foe, were
lieutenants in the first American expeditionary force to reach France
to lend a hand in driving back the legions of the German Emperor, who
still clung tenaciously to territory he had conquered in the early
stages of the great war.  These boys had, at one time, been captains in
the British army, and had had three years of strenuous times and
exciting adventures in the greatest of all wars.

Their captaincies they'd won through gallant action upon the field of
battle.  American lads, they had been left in Berlin at the outbreak of
hostilities, when they were separated from Hal's mother.  They made
their way to Belgium, where, for a time, they saw service, with King
Albert's troops.  Later they fought under the tricolor, with the
Russians and the British and Canadians.

When the United 'States declared war on Germany, Hal and Chester, with
others, were sent to America, where they were of great assistance in
training men Uncle Sam had selected to officer his troops.  They had
relinquished their rank in the British army to be able to do this.  Now
they found themselves again on French soil, but fighting under the
Stars and Stripes.

On this particular night they advanced toward tile German lines soon
after an audience with General John J. Pershing, commander-in-chief of
the American expeditionary forces.  In one hand Chester carried a
little hardwood box, to which were attached coils of wire.  In the
other hand the lad held a revolver.  Hal, likewise, carried his
automatic in his hand.  Each was determined to give a good account of
himself should his presence be discovered.

It was unusually quiet along the front this night.  It was too dark for
opposing "snipers"--sharpshooters--to get in their work, and the
voices of the big guns, which, almost incessantly for the last few
weeks, had hurled shells across the intervening distance between the
two lines of trenches, were stilled.

Hal pressed close to Chester.

"Rather creepy out here," he said.

"Right," returned Chester in a whisper.  "I've the same feeling
myself.  It forebodes, trouble, this silence, to my way of thinking.
The Huns are probably hatching up some devilment."

"Well, we may be able to get the drift of it, with that thing you have
under your arm," was the other's reply.

"Sh-h!" was Chester's reply, and he added: "We're getting pretty
close."

They continued their way without further words.

Hal, slightly in advance, suddenly uttered a stifled exclamation.
Instantly Chester touched his arm.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a whisper.

"Matter is," Hal whispered back, "that we have come to a barbed-wire
entanglement.  I had forgotten about those things."

"Well, that's why you brought your 'nippers' along," said Chester. "Cut
the wire."

Hal produced his "nippers."  It was but the work of a moment to nip the
wires, and again the lads advanced cautiously.

A moment later there loomed up before them the German trenches.  Hal
stood back a few feet while Chester advanced and placed the little
hardwood box upon the top of the trench, and scraped over it several
handfuls of earth.  The lad now took the coil of wire in his hand, and
stepped down and back. The lads retraced their steps toward their own
lines, Chester the while unrolling the coil of wire.

The return was made without incident.  Before their own trenches the
boys were challenged by a sentinel.

"Halt!" came the command.  "Who goes there?"

"Friends," returned Hal.

The sentinel recognized the lad's voice.

"Advance," he said with a breath of relief.

A moment later the boys were safe back among their own men.

"If the Germans had been as watchful as our own sentries, we would have
had more trouble," said Hal.

"Oh, I don't know," was Chester's reply.  "I saw a German sentinel, but
he didn't see me in the darkness."

"It was his business to see, however," declared Hal.

"Well, that's true.  But now let's listen and seen if we can overhear
anything of importance."

Chester clapped the little receiver to his ear.  Hal became silent.

Ten minutes later Chester removed the receiver from his ear.

"Nothing doing," he said.  "I can hear some of the men talking, but
they are evidently playing cards."

"Let me listen a while," said Hal.

Chester passed the receiver to his chum, and the latter listened
intently.  For some moments he heard nothing save the jabbering jargon
of German troopers apparently interested in a card game.  He was about
to take the receiver from his ear, however, when another voice caught
his attention

He held up a hand, which told Chester that something of importance was
going on.

"All right, general," said a voice in the German trenches, which was
carried plainly to Hal's ear by the Dictaphone.

"Stay!" came another voice.  "You will also order Colonel Blucher to
open with all his guns at the moment that General Schmidt's men advance
to the attack."

"At midnight, sir," was the reply.

"That is all."

The voices became silent.

Quickly Hal reported to Chester what he had overheard.

"It's up to us to arouse Captain O'Neill," said Chester.  He hurried
off.

Hal glanced at his watch.

It was 10 o'clock.

"Two hours," the lad muttered.  "Well, I guess we'll be ready for
them."

A few moments later Captain O'Neill appeared.  He was in command of the
Americans in the first line trenches.  These troops were in their
present positions for "seasoning" purposes.  They had been the first to
be given this post of honor.  They had held it for several days, and
then had been relieved only to be returned to the front within ten
days.

At command from Captain O'Neill, Hal made his way to the south along
the line of trenches, and approached the quarters of General Dupres.
To an orderly he announced that he bore a communication from Captain
O'Neill.

"Mon Dieu!" exclaimed the French commander, when Hal had delivered his
message.  "So they will attack us in the night, eh?  Well, we shall
receive them right warmly."

He thought a moment. Then he said:

"You will tell Captain O'Neill to move from the trenches with his
entire strength.  He will advance ten yards and then move one hundred
yards north.  You may tell him that I will post a force of equal
strength to the south.  He will not fire until my French troops open on
the enemy."

Hal returned and reported to Captain O'Neill.

It was plain that the American officer didn't understand the situation
fully.  However, he simply shrugged his shoulders.

"General Dupres is in command," he said.  "I guess he knows what he's
doing or he wouldn't be here."

Captain O'Neill gave the necessary commands.  The American troops moved
from the trenches in silence.  There was a suppressed air of
excitement, however, for each man was eager for the coming of he knew
not what.





CHAPTER II

THE AMBUSH

At the point decided upon for the American troops to take their stand
was a collection of shell holes.  In order that the attack upon the
Germans might have all the elements of surprise when it came, Captain
O'Neill ordered his men into these holes to guard against any
possibility of surprise.

Now, it is an undoubted fact that when a man curls himself up with two
or three preliminary twists, after the fashion of a dog going to bed,
in a perfectly circular shell hole on a night as black as this, he is
extremely likely to lose his sense of direction.

That is what happened to Private Briggs, of the American forces.

The Americans lay in silence, awaiting the moment of the surprise.
Suddenly it came.  From the position held by the French broke out a
fusillade.  The Germans had approached closer.

Captain O'Neill and his followers got to their feet and dashed upon the
enemy--all but Private Briggs.

Besides his rifle, each man was armed with hand grenades--bombs--which
he carried in his pockets.

When Private Briggs sprang to his feet, it took him so long to untangle
himself that the others had gone on ahead of him.

He could see no one.

However, want of courage was not one of his failings.  He determined
upon a plan of his own.  While the other combatants were locked in a
death grapple, he would advance by himself to the German trenches and
hurl his grenade.

To think with Private Briggs was to act.  He advanced at a run.

Suddenly a parapet loomed up before him.  In this same parapet, low
down, Briggs beheld a black and gaping aperture--plainly a loophole
of some kind.  Without a moment's hesitation, Briggs hurled a Mills
grenade straight through the loophole, and, forgetting for the moment
that others of his troop were not with him, uttered a wild screech!

"Come on, boys!"

He leaped to the top of the trench by himself, and jumped from the
parapet--into his own trenches.  Having lost his sense of direction,
he had charged the wrong way.

As the bomb exploded in the French trenches, men rushed toward him.
Still grasping several bombs, Briggs stared at them in wide-eyed
surprise.  An officer rushed up to him.

Briggs explained the situation.  Fortunately, no one had been wounded
by the bomb.

"You Americans!  You Americans!" exclaimed the French officer.  "But
go!" he commanded.  "Your men are out there," pointing; "do you not
hear the sounds of conflict?  If you charge there with the courage with
which you have charged here, you may be of some use after all."

Briggs wasted no time.  With a flush on his face, he again leaped to
the parapet, and, a moment later, disappeared in the darkness, running
as swiftly as he could to where firing indicated that the battle
raged.

Meanwhile, what of Hal and Chester, and the American troops?

As the Americans poured from their shell holes after the first outburst
of firing, they dashed toward where they could make out the forms of
German infantry close at hand.

From beyond, the French, who had taken up a position as the French
commander had outlined to Hal, poured a withering fire into the foe.
The German officer in command immediately halted his advance, wheeled
his men, and gave battle to the French.

At almost the same moment the Americans dashed upon his men from the
rear.  One volley the Americans poured into the Germans, then their
arms drew back and an avalanche of hand grenades sped on their mission
of death.  The execution was terrific.

In vain the German officers attempted to hold their men to the work in
hand.  Teuton ranks lost formation, and, as the Americans advanced with
the bayonet, the enemy broke and fled.

The German surprise had failed; it had been on the other hand.

As the Germans retreated, the Americans pursued.  A body of troops, led
by Hal, came, upon an isolated group of the enemy.

"Surrender!" cried Hal.

The Germans needed no second offer. Their guns went to the ground at
the lad's words, and they raised their hands in the air.  They were
made prisoners and sent to the rear.  There was one officer among
them--a captain.

At the command from the French general, pursuit of the enemy was
abandoned, much to the disgust of the American troops, who were for
pursuing the Germans clear to their trenches, and beyond, if possible.
Hal and Chester, however, realized the wisdom of the French commander's
order, for there was a possibility, should the French and Americans
advance too close, of their being set upon by overwhelming numbers from
the German trenches, or of their being caught by batteries of
rapid-firers, which most likely would have meant extermination.

As the French and Americans moved back toward their trenches--the
engagement had consumed only it few minutes--Hal and Chester saw a
