The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1915-03-19
CHAPTER Ix-contlnusd.

But would one? He understood
that with their smokeless powder the
Gray guns could be located only by
their flashes, which would not be Wis
Ible unless the refraction OF light were
favorable. Then "thur-eesh-thur-
eesh" above every other sound In
long wall! No man ever forgets the
FIRST crack OF q shrapnel at close quar-
ters, the first bullet breath on his
cheek, or the first supporting shell
from his side in fight that passes
above him.
"That is ours!" called Dellarme.
"ours!" shouted the sergeant.
"ours!" sang the thought Of every
one of them.
Over the Gray batteries on the plain
an explosive ball of smoke hung In
the still air; then another beside 1t.
ssThur-eesh - thur-eesh - thur-eesh.
the screaming overhead became gale
hat built a cloud of blue smoke over
Inc offending Gray batteries-beauti'
ful soft blue smoke from which a
spray OF steel descended. There was
no spotting the flashes of the Browns
runs in order to reply to them, FOR
khey were under the cover OF hill
using indirect aim as nicely and &C
curately as II firing pointblank. The
xunners OF the Gray batteries could
not 60 on with their work under such
. hail-storm; they were checkmated
They stopped firing and began moving
10 a new position. where their com
mander hoped to remain undiscovered
long enough to support the 12Sth b.
loosing his lightnings against the de
tenders at the critical moment OF tn'
next charge, which would be made al
soon as Fracasse's men had been rein
forced.
There was an end to the concus
sions and the thrashing OF the al
around Dellarme's men, and they hat
the relief Of breaking abscess in tn
ear. But they became more consciou
OF the spits of dust in front OF thei
faces and the passing whistles OF buI
let's. In return, they made the sec
lions Of Gray infantry In reserve rush
ing across the levels, leave many gra
humps behind. But Fracasse's men q
the foot of the slope poured in heaN
Ter and still heavier fire.
Down there's where we need tn
shells now!" spoke the thought OF De
harness men. which he had anticipate
by q word to the signal corporal, VIII
waved his flag one-two-three-fou
five times. Come on, now, wit
more Of your special brand Of dealt
firecontrol officerl Your own head
above the skyline, though your gur
are hidden. Five hundred yards b
yond the knoll is the range! Con
onl
He came with burst Of screams
low In eight that they seemed
brush the back Of the mems necl
with q hair broom at the rate Of
thousand feet q second. Havir
watched the result, Dellarme turn'
with q confrmatory gesture. which u
corporal translated into the wigw'
of Correct" The shrapnel smol
hanging over Fracasse's men appear
q heavenly blue TO Dellarme's men.
They are going to start for
soon! oh. but wen get lot
them!" whispered Stransky gleeful
20 his rife.
Dsllarme glanced again toward {
colonel's station. No sign Of the |
firing flag. He was glad Of that.
ala not want to fsll back in face
= charge: to have his men silhouett
IN the valley as they retreated. A
the Grays would not endure this sho
er-bath long without going one way
the other. he gave the order to
bayonets, and hardly was it obey
when he saw flashes OF steel throu
the shrapnel smoke as the Grays a
theirs. The Grsys had 500 yards
10: the Browns had the time that
takes running men TO cover the
lance In which to stop the Grays.
We'll spear any Of them who
Ia lnek To ret this farl' whisper