The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-12-04

! haven't the Browns held their line
with inferior numbers? If they have,
we can hold the rest of ours. That
gives us overwhelming forces ut Eu-
gadir."
You take all responsibility asked
/ Turcas.
1 do" said Westerling firmly. And
we will waste no more time. The pre-
mler supports me. have decided We
VIII set the troops in motion"
With fierce energy he set to work
detaching units of artillery and in
fantry from every part of the line and
starting them toward Engadir.
This means an improvised organi-
cation: it breaks up the machine" said
the tactical expert to Turcas when
they were alone.
Yes" replied Turcas. He wanted
no advice from us when he was taking
counsel of desperation. If he succeeds.
success will retrieve all the rest of his
errors. We may have stroke Of luck
in our favor"
In the headquarters of the Browns,
Junior officers and clerks reported the
words of each bulletin with the relief
Of men who breathed freely again. The
chiefs of divisions who were with Ian,
stron alternately sat down and paced
the floor, their restlessness now that
OF a happiness too deeply thrilling to
be expressed by hilarity. Each fresh
detail only confirmed the complete
ness of the repulse as that memorable
night in the affairs Of the two nations
slowly wore on. Shortly before three.
when the firing had died after the
Brown pursuit had stopped, a wireless
from dirigible flying over the from
tier came, telling of bodies of Gray
troops and guns on the march. Soon
planes and other dirigibles flying over
other positions We're sending in word
of the same tenor. The chiefs drew
around the table and looked into one
another's eyes in the significance OF a
common thought.
1T cannot be retreat" said the
vice-chief.
Hardly. That is inconceivable Of
Westerling at this time" Lanstron re-
piled. THE bull charges when wound
ed. 1t Is clear that he means to make
another attack. These troops on the
march across country are isolated
from any immediate service"
1t was Lanstron's way to be sug-
gestive; to let ideas develop in coun,
Gil and orders follow as out of council
THE chance!" exclaimed some one.
THE chance!" others said in the
same breath. THE God-given chance
for quick blow The chance! We
attack! We attack"
1t was the most natural conception
to military tactician, though any man
who made 1t his own might have
builded a reputation on it If he knew
how to get the ear of the press Their
faces were close to Lanstron as they
leaned toward him eagerly. He seemed
not to see them but to be looking at
Partow's chair. In Imagination Par
tow was there in life-Partow with
the dome forehead, the pendulous
checks, the shrewd, kindly eyes. A
daring risk, this! What would Partow
say? Lanstron always asked himself
this in a crisis: What would Partow
say?
We'll, my boy, why are you hesitat-
ing?" Partow demanded. Il don't know
that Id have taken my long holiday
and left you in charge If I'd thought
you'd be losing your nerve as you are
this minute. Wasn't it part of my
plan-my dream-that plan l gave you
to read in the vaults, to strike if a
chance, this very chance, were to
come? Hurry up! Seconds count"
Yes, a chance to end the killing for
good and all" said Lanstron, coming
abruptly out of his silence. We'll
take it and strike hard"
The staff bent over the map, Lam
stron's finger flying from point to
point, while ready expert answers to
| his questions were at his elbow and
the wires sang out directions that
made a drenched and shivering sol
diery who had been yielding and hold
ing and never advancing grow warm
| " Ill TIC LllCuohL VI bEl lllS 4lO4Il LILO
mire of trenches TO charge the enemy.
And one, Gustaye Feller, in command
of a brigade of tield-guns-t mobile
guns that could go forward rumbling
to the horses trot-saw his dearly be
loved batteries swing into a road in
the moonlight.
La, la, la! The worm will turn!'
he clucked. Its a merry, gambling
old world and I'm right fond of it-so
full of the unexpected for the Grays!
That lead horse is little lame, but
he'll last the night through Lots oil
lame things will! Who knows? May
be we'll be cleaning the mud off oul
boots on the white posts of the from
tier tomorrow! A whole brigade mine
/ livel You old brick, Lanny! This
time we are going to spank the enemy
on the part of his anatomy where
spanks are conventionally given. La
la lal"