“They’ll eat and rest a bit and wait until they think we believe they’re not going to bother us--probably two or three hours--then we’ll be ready for them,” Herbert reasoned. “If they have flares, they can’t use them to advantage in this woodland and they can’t be sure enough of our position to waste ammunition on us. How do you regard that, Don, Corporal? Come on, fellows, we want all your opinions. Don’t let us make this so much a matter of leadership as is usual; we’re all fighting as man and man, now; shoulder to shoulder; brothers in a big effort to save our own and each other’s lives, so that we must all have a say. One of our teachers at school--good, old Brighton Academy, eh, Don?--when he would frequently consult the class on a difficult problem would say: ‘in a multitude of counselors there is wisdom.’ Well, fellows, we’ve got to have all the wisdom there is amongst us trotted out here and now; we need it; we can’t make any blunders.” Herbert was talking more than he had ever done before, but necessity was prodding him. He continued: “Because I am already your appointed leader I am willing to take the responsibility of giving sudden orders when needed, but we must all have a hand in the plans. Now, they can send a whole company here, a regiment perhaps, and rush us. Can we hold them off? Or they can try to wear us out by continued attack and reduce our numbers. They may use rifle grenades, trench mortars; they probably have to send for them, else they would have had them going before now. They might even find means of treating us to some gas, but I guess that’s difficult in a small way. Then, there is the night attack--we must watch for that; we cannot see so well to repulse the considerable number that may make it and they can get some grenades over, which in this small place won’t be comfortable. That is the situation as far as keeping up our defense goes.” The young officer paused for a moment; then, speaking very slowly, his voice a little lower, he propounded a question: “I can hardly imagine it,” he said, “but--are there any among you who would like to surrender? It would mean a big chance for life and here--well, we might as well face it--you all know this means a big chance for the beyond, or to be taken prisoner, anyway, after being wounded perhaps and then to be neglected and suffer. We’ve got to face it; to decide--now.” “Durn them limberg chasers; they don’t get me livin’!” spoke up Jennings. “Here, too!” said Gill. “We ought to accept your decision, Lieutenant,” declared young Farnham, “but as for me, I’d rather hang on and fight!” “That’s me!” “I’ll say so!” “Good boy!” came from the other men. “There are ways, Lieutenant, to meet pretty nearly everything they can pull off. Can’t we make some rock and pole shelters here, against grenades and if the Heinies come up tonight, can’t we play a trick on them?” Judson, merely a boy and showing some embarrassment, made this suggestion.