There was a shout and a volley from the Germans and two of Frank’s men fell wounded, but the rest kept on and in another second they were in the midst of the German ranks and giving them the bayonet. Stabbing and hacking, they hewed their way into the mass. And just at that moment there was a great cheer behind them and a company of the old Thirty-seventh with Captain Baker at their head came pounding along and threw themselves into the fight. The tables had turned and turned with a vengeance, and now it was the Germans who were outnumbered. They were already disconcerted by the savageness of Frank’s attack and the coming of the new foe threw them into a panic. They put up a show of resistance, but this soon vanished, and they broke and fled, pursued by the Americans who did not pause in the work until they had rounded up the greater portion of the fleeing enemy as prisoners. The captain congratulated Frank and his comrades warmly for their gallant stand, but there was little time for talk, for much remained to be done. The prisoners were sent to the rear and the wounded were gathered up and taken away to an advanced dressing station. The corporal, they were glad to be told, was not fatally wounded, although he would probably be in the hospital for a couple of weeks. “That means that he’s probably fired his last shot at a Hun,” remarked Frank. “By the time he comes out it will be all over but the shouting.” “Come out of your dream,” said Tom, who could never see what he thought was a bubble without a desire to stick a pin in it. “We’re a long way yet from the Rhine.” “But we’re getting nearer all the time,” chimed in Billy. “I’ll bet we’ll be sailing on it before Christmas.” “And listening to the Lorelei singing,” grinned Frank. “Yes,” laughed Billy, “but it’ll be a different song from the one she’s used to. Instead of _Die Wacht am Rhein_ she’ll be singing the Marseillaise and the Star Spangled Banner. I’ll bet she’s practicing up on it now so as to be ready for us.” “I don’t know what brand of dope you fellows are using,” protested Tom, “but whatever it is I’d advise you to change it.” But his comrades were better prophets than Tom was willing to admit, for that very night Frank had an interview with Colonel Pavet that changed his hopes into a certainty. The colonel was coming out of headquarters when he recognized Frank, who was on sentry duty near by. The colonel came to Frank at once with his usual cordial greeting. “I suppose you have heard the news,” he said. “No,” said Frank. “What is it Colonel?” “The German delegates are coming to meet Marshal Foch,” smiled the French officer, whose exultation appeared in his tones. “Good!” said Frank delightedly. “They ought to be coming on their knees.”