The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1915-02-19
CHAPTER lX-Continued.

But would one' He understood
that with their smokeloss powder the
Gray guns could be located only BY
their flashes. which would not De Wis
lble unless the refraction Of light were
favorable Then "thur-eesh thur.
eesh" above every other sound in a
long vail, No man ever forgets the
first crack OF a shrapncl at close quar-
ters. the first bullet breath on his
cheek, or the first supporting shell
from his side In flight that passes
above him.
THAT is ours" called Dellarme.
Ours shouted the sergeant
ours" sang the thought OF every
Sne of them.
Over the Gray batteries on the plain
an explosive ball OF smoke hung IN
the still air; then another beside II.
Thur eesh -- thur eesh - thur-eesh."
the screaming overhead became gale
that built a cloud Of blue smoke over
the offending Gray batteries beauti-
full, soft blue smoke from which a
spray of steel descended. There was
no spotting the flashes OF the Browns
guns In order TO reply to them. foc
they were under the cover o! hill
using indirect aim as nicely and ac-
curately as If firing pointblank The
gunners OF the Gray batteries could
not go on with their work under such
d hail-storm they we're checkmated.
They stopped firing and began moving
10 a new position, where their COM
mander hoped to remain undiscovered
long enough to support the l2Sth by
loosing his lightnings against the de-
tenders at the critical moment of the
next charge which would be made as
soon as Fracasse's men had been rein
forced.
There was an end to the concus-
sions and the thrashing OF the air
around Dellarme's men, and they had
the relief Of breaking abscess in the
ear. But they became more conscious
OF the spits Of dust in front of their
faces and the passing whistles OF bul-
let's. In return, they made the sec
tions OF Gray infantry in reserve rush
Ing across the levels, leave many gray
Jumps behind But Fracasse's men at
the foot OF the slope poured in heav-
Ter and still heavier fire.
Down there's where we need the
shells now spoke the thought of Del
arme's men, which he had anticipated
BY word to the signal corporal who
waved his flag one-two-three-
five times. Come on, now, with
more Of your special brand OF death,
fre-control officer. Your own head is
are hidden. Five hundred yards be-
yond the knoll Is the range Come
on!
He came with burst Of screams so
low in flight that they seemed to
brush the back Of the mems necks
with a hair broom at the rate OF a
thousand feet second. Having
watched the result. Dellarme turned
With confirmatory gesture. which the
corporal translated into the wigwag
III SOilcIt. NC dphCi ShhohS
hanging over Fracasse's men appeared
q heavenly blue to Dellarme's men.
They are going to start for us
soon! Oh. but We'll get a lot OF
them" whispered Stransky gleefully
10 his rife.
Dellarme glanced again toward the
solonels station. No sign Of the re-
tlring flag. He was glad OF that. He
did not want to fall back In face Of
. charge: to have his men silhouetted
In the valley as they retreated. And
the Grays would not endure this show
srbath long without going one way or
the other He gave the order to fix
hayonets. and hardly was it obeyed
when he saw flashes of steel through
the shrapnel smoke as the Grays fixed
theirs. The Grays had 500 yards to
go; the Browns had the time that II
taxes running men to cover the dis
sace In which to stop the Grays.
We'll spear any ot them ~ho has
&c suCx 20 got 'A's fart" whispered