Evening star., 1926-11-07

established later by brigade intelli.
gence, on examinatio Of the pay book
Of the decea sed), being on front post
with his squad. heard noise hard
on the cessation Of the shelling, and
put out his rr *. Dear God, shoot.
Shoot quickly.
The scout officer was conscious OF
mOnstrous surge of temper. He
! gathered his feet under him, and his
hands crooked like claws. and he
hurled himself. In the same breath
there was long. bright fash right
under his arm, and the mad crack Of
Springfield. The disillusioned ser
geant had estimated the situation.
loosed off from the hip at perhaps
seven feet. and shot the German
through the throat.
Too late to stop himself, the scout
officer went head first into the crater.
his hands locking on something wet
and hairy, just the size to fill them:
and presently he was at the bottom Of
the crater, dirt in his mouth and
buzzing in his head, strangling some
thing that Topped. and gurgled and
made remarkable noises under his
hands. There were explosions and
people stepped hard on his back and
legs. He became sane again and
dead. He CROPPED in his puttees for
his knife and cut off it's shoulder.
straps and a button or two. and looted
its bosom Of such papers as there were
these being details the complete
scout officer must attend to. More ex.
plosions. and voices bleating "Kamara-
den!'-terribly anxious voices-in his
ear.
The disillusioned sergeant a prac-
tical man, had ducked into the crater
right behind the scout officer. The
raiding party In his rear had imme.
liately fired their weapons in all di
rections. A great many rifles on for
ward stabbed the dark with sharp
flames. and some of these were very
near. The sergeant tossed a grenade
at the nearest: he had toted that frog
citron grenade around for quite a
while, somewhat against his judg-
ment; he now reflected that 1t was
good business-"Grenade hope to
spit in yo mess-kit they are ask
the man that used one 1t was
good business, for 1t fell fair in the
other crater 80 feet away, where the
rest of that front post squad were be-
ginning to react like the brave Ger.
man mon they were. Two of these
survived, much shaken, and scuttled
| into the clever little tunnel that con.
nected them with the Feldritter's era
ter, emerging with pacific cries at the
sergeant's very feet. Being a man not
given to excitement, he accepted them
alive. the while he dragged the scout
officer standing. I'VE got our prison.
ers, sir. Les beat it," he suggested.
Their lines is wakin' up, sir. It's
gonna be bad here
The colonel as gallant a man as
ever lived. but not fast. barged into
them Prisoners? Hey? How many?
Two? Excellent. by God. Give 'em
here, young man." and he seized the
unhappy Boches by their collars and
shook them violently. Thought you'd
start something, hey? Thought you'd
start something, hey?"
THE scout oficer now blew his
= whistle. the sergeant shouted in
a voice Of brass and the colonel made
the kind of remarks a colonel makes.
It Is related by truthful Marines there
present that every German in Won
Roehn's army fired on them as they
went back. but no two agree as to
the manner of their return. 1t is, how.
ever. tablished that the colonel,
bringing UP the rear, halted about
halfway over, drew his hitherto
virgin pistol and wheeled around for
q parting shot-scueething in the na-
ture OF I'm heaR geste. Seeing this. the