Army Boys in France; or, From Training Camp to TrenchesRandall, Homer
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Army Boys in France; or, From Training Camp to Trenches
Randall, Homer
World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
They were about to go back to the grove, with one last regretful look
at the sky, when an exclamation from Frank brought them to a sudden
halt.
"There's another one," he cried, pointing to the distant horizon. Even
as he spoke a second Zeppelin came plainly into view, following in the
wake of the first, but with greatly diminished speed.
"Great Scott!" exclaimed Bart, "there must be a fleet of them!"
"That one hasn't got off scot free, either," said Frank, his keen eye
noting the apparent distress of the giant airship, as it moved
uncertainly and unevenly, like a ship laboring in a storm. "By Jove,
fellows, I believe it's coming down! Quick! get under the cover of
these trees!"
Lower and lower, like a bird with a broken wing, the Zeppelin came
toward the earth, while the boys watched it in breathless excitement.
Whether the Zeppelin could go no further, and sank despite itself, or
whether its commander, looking at that broad plateau, and seeing no
sign of life upon it, had decided to make a landing, quickly repair his
injured machinery, and then rise again to seek refuge behind his own
lines, the boys could not tell. But whatever the reason, not many
minutes had passed before it became apparent that the airship was
coming down, inevitably, right in front of them.
The word had been passed quickly all through the woods, and the whole
company was on the alert.
"Ready for action, men," commanded the lieutenant.
With rifles in hand, and all their senses keenly on the alert, the
soldiers waited for the coming of their prey.
With a perceptible jar the airship struck the ground, and at the same
instant her crew swarmed out and dropped over the sides.
"Charge!" shouted the American lieutenant, and out from the woods the
army boys went with a rush.
The astounded Germans were taken so utterly by surprise that they stood
for a moment as though paralyzed. Then their commander barked out a
sharp order, and two of the men leaped on board and made for the
engines.
Crack! went the lieutenant's revolver, and as the bullet whistled past
the ears of the foremost man both Germans came to a stop.
"Forward, men, and surround them, but don't shoot unless you have to,"
was the next order, and an instant later the German crew were ringed
about with rifles whose ominous muzzles threatened to mow them down at
the first false move.
The German officer had started to draw a pistol, but seeing the
uselessness of this, he shoved it back into its holster and shrugged
his shoulders. He was trapped. The game was up. He raised his hands
in signal of surrender.
Another command from the lieutenant, and the crew were disarmed. A
certain number of the men were detailed to guard them, and others were
placed in charge of the airship.
The boys were wild with delight at the rich prize that had fallen so
unexpectedly into their hands.
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