Fighting with French: A Tale of the New ArmyStrang, Herbert
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Fighting with French: A Tale of the New Army
Strang, Herbert
World War, 1914-1918 -- France -- Juvenile fiction
There was no sign of the three spies. The fields were quite bare; the
shed was the only thing that afforded cover. Instinctively he gave it a
wide berth, and was leaving it some paces on his left when he heard a
sudden guttural exclamation, and two figures rushed from the shed
towards him. There was no time to fire. Uttering a shout he thrust his
bayonet towards the assailants. The stock of his rifle was seized from
behind. And now, at this critical moment, the years of training on the
football field, in the gymnasium, on Mr. Kishimaru’s practice lawn, bore
fruit in instantaneous decision and rapid action. Releasing his rifle
suddenly, the man behind him fell backward to the ground. At the same
moment Kenneth stooped, tackled the nearest of the other men, and
brought him down. The second man toppled over them. Freeing himself
instantly, Kenneth sprang up and sprinted towards the road, hearing in a
moment the thud of heavy footsteps behind him.
But there were sounds also in front. His shout had been heard in the
trenches, and some of the Rutlands were running to meet him. A word
from him sent them at a rush towards the shed. Leaving them to hunt for
the spies, he hurried on and delivered his despatch to the colonel, to
whom he related his adventure.
It was some time before the men returned.
"They got away," said one of them. "It was no good hunting any longer
in the dark. But we’ve brought these."
He handed over Kenneth’s rifle and a cap bearing the badge of a
Territorial regiment. It was clear that the spies had disguised
themselves in British uniforms. The colonel telephoned particulars to
the village, asking that a thorough search should be made; but other
matters were then engaging attention.
CHAPTER XIII
THE FIGHT FOR THE VILLAGE
In the darkest hours before the dawn the trenches were buzzing with
excitement. Word had been passed along that next morning the Rutlands
were to attack. The long, trying period of inaction was over. Sir John
French had ordered the capture of the village within the German lines.
The hill on which it stood commanded a wide stretch of open country, and
its possession was an essential preliminary to the general advance which
would take place when the weather improved and the reserves of
ammunition were completed.
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