The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1936-03-19

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Had waited till the Germans
hands were full and then jumped on
their backs Well might the
French call England Perf1de Albion!
And here was an Englishman;
and what was more, an English ex-
officer, IL Sergt. Franz Zimmerman
knew anything at all; and what was
most--a coward.
Yes-he had seen the dog hang
ing back; lying fiat on his face be-
hind rock, and pretending to be
too breathless to get up, when the
battalion was advancing under fire.
The dog was a shirker, a Stacker, a
twister, coward-and an English
man.
LIE had done his best to make
Il i the sUines life a hell for him,
and now he'd make his death a
hell for him, too.
He'd run him in for refusing to
advance under fire; for hiding;
hanging back; deserving, almost
because bullets were flying pretty
thickly, and the Rifflans about to
charge.
Yes, when the rest of the COM
pany had to be held back, this cur
had to be kicked on. And then
wouldn't keep up. Pretended he
was too exhausted after the dash
up the mountain side
Well, Corporals Kleintz and
Haffuer would support their Ser
geant's accusation, and a drum
head court-martial would shoot the
dog like dog.
TOOD God Look -! The
~ mmunition-mules were off,
stampeding hell-for- Leather, eight
of them, laden with the precious
ammunition on which all thei. mas
ters lives depended; on which the
success of this particular operation
depended; on which, therefore, the
success of the whole big battle, and
even the campaign depended.
And galloping straight for the
enemy's lines, too. Not only robbing
their masters, but immeasurably en-
riching their enemies.
Col. Bethune struck his forehead
and swore, and the oath was the last
word he uttered, for a bullet took
him clean through the forehead that
he had just dramatically smiled.
He fell to the ground; his horse
reared, and Legionnaire Eustace
D'Angerfield went mad again.
He had had enough.
LIE could bear this being shot
l. at, and waiting to be slashed
with swords and knives, no
longer. -.
He had reached the end of his
tether again-and he must 60. flee.
escape, get away from these howl
ing devils of Riffians and from
Sergt. Zimmerman, a worse devil.
Springing to his feet, he dropped
his rifle, Snatched the rein of the
plunging charger, thrust his left
foot into the stirrup, swung him
self into the saddle, and, with his
heavy boots kicked the excited
horse which instantly leaped into
gallop and raced off headlong
hell-for-leather in pursuit of the
galloping mules; bullet stung
its flank. And the mad Eustace
went madden.
Yelling, he cheered the horse on.
Snatching off his kept, the lunatic
beat the maddened horse with it.
CWIFTLY nearing the long line of
~ trenches, nullahs, and sangers.
held by the great Riff1an harka, he
overlook the mules, waved his kept
at them, yelled wildly to them, and
brought them around in a wide
sweeping curve across the front of
the Moorish army.
He knew not what he did; save
that he was letting off steam, throw
ing off repression. expressing him
self in action of his own choice; that
he was free, alive, and-unafraid.
Yes, unafraid, He did not give
damn for the whole Riffian army,
nor the whole French army-nor
even for Sergt. Franz Zimmerman.
MOI -. Whoops! Cheers
Hurrahs and hurrahs He was
having a hell of a ride-and if they
hit him, there'd be a hell of crash
and a damn good job. too!
GHOOT, you devils-and see if you
~ can hit D'Angerfield, the Cow
ard and his troupe of performing
mules! The Great Field Mar
sal sat cool. quiet and Unconditional
on his white charger, his field glasses
to his eyes.
BY God" he said softly. eff that
fellow lives I'll give him commits
sion on the field. For valor. And
the Medaille Militarie from my own
coat-as souvenir.
1t Is extremely difficult to hit a
man galloping across your front at
800 yards and over. LIE Legionnaire
Eustace D'Angerfield was not hit,
nor was any member of his troupe.
The ride ended tamely in the mid
Ole OF the French groupe mobile;
and the mules with their precious
burden were back behind the firing
line 10 or Is minutes after they had
burst through it in their wild
stampede.
T~HAT night the great marshal
l. sent for the legionnaire who, in
the extreme peril of his life, had
shown such swift appreciation of
the situation, such initiative, such
GOODNESS, courage and skill. He
gave him q kiss on either cheek,
his own Medaille Militaire (the
French v. c. and D. S. G. COM
binedl, and promotion to the rank
OF second lieutenant.
Next day Sous-Lieut. Eustace
D'Angerfield sent for Serrt Franz