During the following day they visited the trenches, not on account of the novelty, but more a matter of curiosity. On returning they crossed the stream and ascended an elevation, designated as Hill 207, where they inspected the battery and conversed with some of the gunners. "The big Bobs are on the way," said the sergeant, in speaking of the preparations that were going on for the great drive. "What do you mean by that?" asked Alfred. "Oh, that's the term we use for the 75's," he replied. "They are the fellows we must see," said Ralph, as they walked down the hill. "When did that fellow say the 75's would come up?" asked Alfred the following morning. "He said they were on the way now," answered Ralph. "Suppose we ask the boys." Every one had heard of the famous 14th, which had done such terrible execution east of Marmelon. It was understood that they were to take up position along the ridge west of Hill 209. "Let's go over there at once," said Ralph. It was a long tramp to the top, made doubly tedious and difficult owing to the torn-up condition of the earth. This entire section had been shelled by the French for more than two weeks, and now, in turn, the Germans were bombarding the same region. It would be impossible to give an adequate idea of the nature of the fields over which they traveled. At every convenient spot the light field batteries were stationed, and after numerous inquiries the place selected for the famous battery was located. Before noon the great field pieces were being transported in a long train through the narrow valley south of the river, while airplanes were circling around continually, a sure indication that something unusual was happening in that particular part of the front. Below the hill to the west, and entirely out of sight of the German observation posts, was a deep ravine through which an emergency railroad had been operated, and a great tractor was drawing the guns headed for the depression. "That's where they are going to land those guns," said Ralph in excitement. "Look at the men filing up along the ditch." "Come on," shouted Alfred. They rushed down the hill, and impatiently awaited the arrival of the first section. The great tractor paid no attention to the soft earth and the shell holes in its path. It rolled along serenely like a thing of life. "Just in time, boys!" called out a voice from the ammunition van behind the gun. "It's the sergeant," said Alfred. "So it is," replied Ralph. "Do you want any help!" he asked, as he rushed over and walked alongside the heavy truck. "Oh, there'll be plenty to do as soon as we unlimber," replied the sergeant. "One, two, three, four, five, six. I suppose they'll put them all along this hollow'?" "What are they bringing that brush for?" asked Ralph. "Look at those trucks filled with trees." "We're going to plant a grove here," said the sergeant. "That will take some work."