The weekly Alaska citizen., 1918-06-17
SPY SYSTEM OF
 HUNS DISPLAYS
 THOR0UCHNESS

LONDON, May 15.-German spies have been a continual source of an noyance throughout the recent Brit ish retirements in France. Many of these spies have been detected in British uniforms, presumably stolen from bodies of the slain. A British officer in letter to the Daily Ex- press, tells of an encounter with two such spies.
 II had been ordered to take up position with the two guns of my section as our infantry were being forced back" he says. Il was on a crest just in front of my guns ready and waiting to open fire and ob- serve the rounds. but the specified time had not arrived.
 "On the right of me was the road along which few minutes before I had managed to get my guns. It was packed with infantry, transport, guns, prisoners, and stretcher bear CTS struggling along with the wound ed. Something or other called my attention to two signallers striving to lay out wire from the road towards my observation post. 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 a few seconds picked up the target, blue-grey shadow advancing in apparent silence over the top of a crest two thousand yards away.
 q gave the order to join in the chorus of guns. The rounds were bursting beautifully, and l picked up the range quickly and well, but noticed Boche shells beginning to fall on and about the road, bursting with marvellous precision.
 
 just as a shell burst one hundred yards in front-a beautiful bracket" positively uncanny, as the guns were in splendid position and certainly could not be seen.
 T knew what that bracke, meant, and longed to give the take cover" order to my gunners but only for one moment. 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 l received the message: Both guns out of action, sir" gazed round with a jerk, and there below me, sure enough. both guns were knocked out.
 "The Boches had begun another deliberate shoot at the other guns, and 1 could see at a glance he was somehow observing his rounds, and correcting them for line and range, and yet there were no Hun airplanos up aloft to do it. A marvellous l determined to go to my guns and do my best to get them into action again, so off moved, lodging around the ancient she'll holes of 1916, jumping across old German trenches.
 q had hardly gone twenty yards when l heard a buzz quite close, the buzz of field telephone bug ger. I came up behind two men in khaki with the familiar blue and white band of the British signalling corps on their arms, evidently the men I had seen before, one gazing out towards the batteries on the left, the other buzzing. Quietly approached. Then I grasped the 
 With running jump leaped plump on the instrument, yelled, and hit out with one fist under one jaw and another on the back of a square, hard head,
 "'Gott in Himmel' came from the man and guttural groan from the other whose jaw had hit, who lay apparently stunned.
 Then in moment l was kicked in the back, which sent me reeling.
 'I picked myself up, to find both Boches tearing away towards the road They had some yards start, but I gave chase. One stumbled and fell l made rush, and be- fore he could rise kicked as I never had 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 deafening roar. We had run in front of one of our batteries. Fate decreed the fate of one, but the other I had settled d--with hob nailed boot"
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