The Cordova daily times., 1918-05-30
GERMAN SPIES ANNOY SOLDIERS
 IN VAR FRONT

have been continual source Of an noyance throughout the recent Brit ish retIremonts in France. Many of these spies have been detected in British uniforms, presumably stolen | from the bodies of the slain. A Brit ish officer in a letter to the Daily ] Express, tells of an encounter with i two such spies
 'I had been ordered to take up a position with the two guns of my section as our infantry were being forced back" he says "I was on a crest just in front of my guns ready and waiting to open fire and observe not arrived.
 "On the right of me was the road along which a few minutes before I had managed to get my guns It was packed with infantry, transport, guns, prisoners, and strctcher bear CTS struggling along with wounded. l Something or other called my atten- 1 tion to two signallers striving to lay out a wire from the road towards my observation post. I could hear a gibe made to them, some Witticism which caused a laugh. Then some one else's guns to the left opened fire. In few seconds I picked up the target, blue-grey shadow advancing in ap. parent silence over the top of a crest two thousands yards away.
 q gave the order to join in the chorus of guns. The rounds were bursting beautifully, and I picked up the range quickly and we'll, but I noticed BOche shells beginning to fall on and about the road, bursting with marvellous precision.
 q glanced behind at my guns, just as a shell burst one hundred yards in rear of them and another hundred yards in front--a beautiful "braket," 7" positively uncanny, as the guns were in a splendid position and certainly could not be seen.
 q knew what the braket meant. and longed to give the take cover order to my gunners but only for monument. Our job was to carry on. So We fired away as rapidly as we could, for, after all we do not often have the luck to shoot at moving masses of Boches. "A few minutes later 1 received the message: Both guns out ot action, sir" I gazed around with jerk and there below me, sure enough, both guns were knocked out.
 The BOChes had begun another de- liberate shoot at the other guns, and I could see at a glance he was ob- serving his rounds, and correcting them for line and range, and yet there were no Hun airplanes up aloft to do it. A marvellous mystery. I deter mined to go to my guns and do my best to get them in action again, so off I moved, lodging around the ancient shell-holes of 1916, jumping across old German trenches.
 q had hardly gone twenty yards when I heard buzz quite close, the buzz of a field telephone buzzer I came up behind two men in khaki with their familiar blue-and- white band of the British signalling corps on their arms, evidently the men I had seen before, one gazing out twOard the batteries on the left, the other buzzing. Quietly I approached. Then grasped the situation.
 With a running jump I leaped on the instrument, yelled, and hit out with one fist under one jaw and an other on the back of a square, hard head
 'Gott in Himmel' came from the hardheaded man and a guttural groan from the other whose jaw I had hit, who lay apparently stunned.
 Then in a moment I was kicked in the back, which sent me reeling.
 q picked myself up, to find both Boches tearing away towards the road. They had some yards start, but gave chase. One stumbled and fell I made a rush. and before ha cOuld raise kicked as I had never kicked before-a regular, proper punt. That settled him, and on I went.
 The other ran on when suddenly he disappeared in a cloud of smoke and a deafening roar. We had run in front of one of our own batteries. Fate decreed the fate of one, but the other l had settled-with a hob-nailed boot
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