"You needn't tell me that!" complained Roger. "I'm willing to go as slow as the next one, only I want to see who's shooting at us." "They're not anxious to be seen," came from Jimmy, as he slowly progressed. "I've been looking for a chance to take a shot myself, but I haven't seen so much as a finger. Our turn'll come, though." "It can't come any too soon for me," asserted Roger. They had not crawled more than ten feet to the right when again came unmistakable evidence that their movements were watched, even though they themselves might not be observed. "Zip! Just like that!" exclaimed Jimmy with grim humor, as he heard the singing of a bullet over his head. "A little lower, and that one would have nipped me." "Shall we go back?" asked Roger. "No, let's keep on a little farther. This is our best play. If we can't get out on this side there isn't much use of trying the left. Snipers are almost sure to be there." So they crawled on for perhaps ten feet, and then again they were fired at. "No use!" exclaimed Jimmy, and there was a rather despairing tone in his voice. "We've got to go back." "And try the left?" asked Roger. "Yes. It's our only chance. If they fire at us from that side----" He did not complete the sentence, but Roger well knew what his chum meant. Back they crawled, being fired at again, and when they were comparatively safe, at least for the time being, in the clump of trees, the two Khaki Boys looked at each other. "They're German snipers all right," declared Jimmy. "Sure thing," asserted Roger. "Probably the fellows that yelled '_Kamerad!_' and beat it when we came up toward their machine gun have got a lot more Boches and are going to try to take us prisoners." That view of it was also Jimmy's, and he said as much, adding, however: "They don't make a prisoner of me as long as I've got a shot left!" "What are you going to do now?" asked Roger, as he saw Sergeant Jimmy loosen his belt a couple of holes. "Going to leave some of your stuff here?" "Indeed not!" Jimmy quickly answered. "We need every thing we have on, though it's a load to carry. Can't take a chance and leave off even the gas masks. There's no telling when the Huns may take a notion to drop a gas shell in these woods, and there's not enough wind to carry the fumes away. No, indeed, we can't take any chances. I'm just going to make myself a little more comfortable. It's hard enough to carry all this outfit around when you're standing up, but it's worse when you're crawling. But perhaps a loose belt will help some." "I'll try it, myself," returned Roger. "Well, if we don't get through this time what shall we do?" he asked. Jimmy did not answer for a moment. He seemed to be considering some problem, and, indeed, the straits the two boys found themselves in was a problem that might well perplex older warriors.