[ Robert Slover. a small, fiery man
(from Tennessee —"come on!"
They crawled along the tree. Rack
! toward the stump the Springfields
crackled furiously. Somewhere be
yond the machine-gun raved like a
mad thing, and the Roches around it
threw hand-grenades that made
much noise and smoke. The two of
them left the protection of the trunk,
and felt remarkably naked behind a
screen of leaves. They crawled
slowly, stopping to peer across at the
hushes. The lieutenant caught the
dull gleam of a round gray helmet,
moved a little, and saw the head and
hands of the Boche who worked the
i gun. He pushed the sergeant with
his foot and. moving very carefully,
got his rifle up and laid his cheek
against the stock. Over his sights,
the German's lace. 20 meters away,
was intent and serious. The lieu
j tenant fired, and saw his man half
rise and topple forward on the gun.
Then things happened fast. ’ An
other Herman came into view strain
ing to tear the fallen gunner off the
firing mechanism. Slover shot him.
There was another, and another.
Then the hush boiled like an ant
-1 heap. and a feldwebel sprang out
, with a grenade, which he did not get
;to throw. It went off, just the same,
and tiie Marines from the other end
of the tree came with bayonets. • * •
Presently they went on. * • •
Later, working to the left of his j
company, the lieutenant was caught |
up In a fighting swirl of Senegalese I
and went with them into an evU
It is said that a whale feeding 10
miles away ran distinguish sounds
made by human beings.
Half way along the path T met Jim.
