The Mena weekly star., 1918-06-20
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Atwell spoke up. T WlSn tnnt 0ffl cer hadn't wished us the best O luck. Then he commenced swearing. couldn't help laughing. though my head was nigh to bursting.
 Slowly rising to my feet felt myself all over to make sure that there were no broken bones. But outside of few bruises and scratches was all right The corporal was still moaning, but more from shock than pain. A shell splinter had gone through the flesh of his right forearm. Atwell and I, from our first-aid pouches, put tourniQuet on hls arm to stop the bleeding and then gathered up our equipment.
 We realized that we were in a dan gerous spot. At any minute 6 shell might drop on the road and finish us of. The village we had left was not very far, so we told the corporal he lad better go back to 1t and get his arm dressed, and then report the fact ef the destruction of the ambulance to the military police. He was we'll able to walk, so he set of in the direction of the village, while Atwell and con- tinued our way on foot.
 Without further mishap we arrived at our destination. and reported to bri- gade headquarters for rations and bill lets.
 That night we slept in the battalion sergeant majors dugout The next morning went to first-aid post and had the gravel picked out of my face.
 The instructions we received from division headquarters read that we were out to catch spies. patrol trenches, search German dead. reconnolter in No Mans Land. and take part in trench raids and prevent the robbing of the dead.
 had a pass which would allow me 10 go anywhere at any time in the sec tor of the line held by our division. It gave me authority to stop and search ambulances. motor lorries, wagons and even officers and soldiers. whenever my suspicious deemed it necessary. Atwell and were allowed to work to- eether or singly--it was left to our judgment. We decided to team up.
 Atweli was good companion anu very entertaining. He had an utter contempt for danger. but was not fool. hardy. At swearing he was q wonder A cavalry regiment would have been proud of him. Though born in Eng. land. he had spent several years in New York. He was about six feet one and as strong as an OK.
 We took up our quarters In a large
 dugout of the royal engineers, and
 mapped out our future actions. This
 dugout was on the edge of large cemetery and several times at night in returning to it. we got many a fall stumbling over the graves of English, French and Germans. AtweIl on these occasions never indulged in swearing, though at any other time, at the least stumble, he would turn the air blue.
 A certain section of our trenches vas held by the Royal Irish rifles. For several days q very strong rumor went the rounds that German spy was in our midst. This spy was supposed to ee dressed In the uniform of British sssa officer. Several stories had been soio about an officer wearing red oand around his cap. who patrolled the Hont'iine and communication trenches asking suspicious questions as to Ioca- uon Of batteries, machine-gun empiace- ments, and trench inortars. If shell dropped in battery. on machine gun or even near dugout. this spy was blamed.
 The rumor gained such strength that an order was issued for all troops to immediately place under arrest anyone answering to the description of the spy '~~
 Atwell and I were on the oui yive. we constantly patroiled the trenches at night, and even in the day, but the spy always eluded us.
 one day while in communication trench, We were mortified to see our Srieadier general, Old Pepper, being drought down 1t by q big private of the noyai Irish rifles. The general was walking In front. and the private with rear.
 ,r We saluted as the general passed us. .he irishman had broad grin on his .ace ana we could scarcely believe our eyes-the general was under arrest. Aiter passing few feet beyond us. the senerai turned, and said in a wrathful voice to Atwell:
 Tell this d--n fool who I am. He's arrested me as spy"
 dwell was speeches.. The sentry butted in with,
 None O that gassin' out o' vou pask p to headquarters you goes, Mir. sr,'z. Open that face O yours again. n I'll dent in your napper with the puIt O me rife"
 me generals face was q sight to be- .olu' He was fairly boiling over with rage' but he shut uu.
 Atwell tried to get in front of the eu'ry to explain to him that it really as me general he had under arrest, " tne sentry threatened to run his asonet through him. and would have sna e lt' too. So Atwell stepped aside, u remained silent. was nearly s.ing with suppressed laughter. One ls na. ana would have exploded. It | not exactly diplomatic to laugh at ' m general In such a predicament. |. me sentry and his prisoner arrived .ron D'ieaae headquarters with disas- Sus srs results to the sentry.
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