Bob and Franz traveled mostly at night, and the knowledge Schnitzel had of German saved them more than once. Eventually, when almost ready to give up, they reached a place where the 509th and brigaded regiments opposed a strong German division. And then, more by good luck than anything else, Bob and Franz, still wearing the ragged German uniforms, found a gap in the Hun lines and got through it to No Man's Land. Then they headed for the American trenches. As they were in uniform, it was seen at once that they were not spies, though one over-zealous Sammie fired on them. At first the Americans thought they were about to receive two German deserters, as frequently happened. But once in custody Bob and Franz disclosed their identity, and, learning that Roger, Jimmy, and Iggy were in the neighborhood, asked that they be sent for. The rest has already been told. * * * * * "Every man ready!" "Every man ready, sir!" This was the report that went up and down the trenches. The five Brothers, reunited after such stirring experiences, heard it as they stood together ready to leap up on the firing step and go over the top. Behind them big cannon waited but a signal to the gunners to belch forth flame and destruction. Every one was on the alert. It was a day following a tremendous battle, when the German lines had been smashed, torn apart and thrown into confusion, and when the fleeing Huns, driven from their stronghold by the masterful work of Foch and Pershing with the other Allied commanders, were endeavoring to save themselves from disaster. "A little bit more of this, and we'll finish the job," remarked Jimmy, as he looked at his wrist watch. "What time is it?" asked Bob. "Nearly eleven. Why?" "Well, I heard a rumor that the Germans had asked for a cessation of hostilities, to begin about noon, in order to get ready to sign an armistice." "Don't you believe it!" exclaimed Franz. "The Huns won't know they're beaten until we grind their faces down in the mud! Listen to that! Talk about ceasing hostilities!" It was the sound of heavy artillery on the American side, and the sound came nearer, like rolling thunder over the distant hills. "Guess we're going in all right," said Jimmy, and there was a grim look on his face. "Fellows, we've had some hard fighting these last few days. A little bit more of it, and we may finish up. But----Oh, well, what's the use talking? If we live through it, we live--that's all. I wonder----" His words were smothered in a terrific burst of fire from the guns back of them. "Laying down a barrage!" shrilled Bob in Roger's ear. "Here's where we go over the top!" Tensely they stood waiting for the order. It never came. Suddenly, as if by magic, the terrific noise ceased. Where a moment before there had been a crashing as if of whole worlds smashing into collision in vast space, now there was a quietness that was startling. "Cease firing!"