The Brighton Boys in the Argonne ForestDriscoll, James R.
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The Brighton Boys in the Argonne Forest
Driscoll, James R.
Argonne, Battle of the, France, 1918 -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Juvenile fiction
Neeley paused to rub his paining wrist; he looked off among the trees
quite absent-mindedly, and an object that ordinarily he would have
taken for a stump seemed to move slightly. The soldier gazed at it
curiously; the thing moved again.
The Yank was without his gun; he had placed it against a tree, calling
the corporal’s attention to it. Neeley had his automatic, but while no
coward, he was cautious; it would hardly do, with only a pistol, to
challenge a possible enemy scout. Better pretend not to have noticed
the object and then to watch it.
Therefore, Neeley calmly walked on slowly and when he knew he was out
of sight of the thing, if it were human, he silently doubled back and
crouching within the gloom of a big spruce, kept his eyes sharply
directed toward the spot where the moving object had been.
Was it possible, he wondered, for a Hun to sneak so far through the
American lines and would one dare to do it? The Yank’s query was
answered very soon. There was not one, but fully thirty men slowly
advancing, still for half a minute, then moving forward for a few
seconds, all together as in drilling. They were strung out like
sheep, though far apart, and they came along this unoccupied stretch
of woodland from the densely grown hilltop above the late fortified
position of the lost squad. That great thicketed patch was surely Hun
territory, up to the present time, at least.
If these were Yanks, they would not come among their friends in this
manner, but the enemy would do just so. Surely an error had been made
in not picketing the slope below the rocks. And now the little bunch
of Yanks separated from the rest of the company, would soon face, in a
night assault made upon them, superior numbers, with the advantage of
surprise.
With all the speed possible, not to apprize the foe, Neeley got out
of his place of close observation and, once beyond sight of the Huns,
made rapid progress to the camp. The fellow fairly flung himself upon
Herbert and shook him like mad, bringing the lad to a sitting posture;
then instantly to his feet and awake. Neeley knew it was necessary to
spread the alarm silently, lest the Huns should be impelled to attack
at once; the Yanks, in turn, must quickly be ready to give the enemy a
surprise.
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