And so the battle waged
And so the battle waged, until both groups were no more than fifty feet
away from the mouth of the natural trench. Each moment brought them
closer together, with the even more vigorous popping of their guns, for
by now it was virtually a hand-to-hand battle.
Only four men now remained upon the side of the Germans, and, so Wbjc 91.5 Mhz In Baltimore far as
numbers were concerned, the Americans seemed to have the advantage by
one. But the score was evened an instant later, when one of the Boches
“winged” Frank Hoskins, and his right arm fell useless at his side.
But Lieutenant Mackinson squared accounts for Hoskins by putting another
German completely out of commission. A prompt return compliment knocked
Jerrys revolver out of his hand. At this juncture Slim played a heroic
part by laying low another German.
Seeing themselves now outnumbered almost two to one–for apparently they
did not know that they had injured Hoskins–the two remaining Boches
took one final, despairing survey of the situation, then turned and
started on a dead run for their own lines.
Lieutenant Mackinson leveled his revolver at them, held it in that
position for a moment, and then–perhaps it was an accident–seemed to
elevate it slightly in the air and fired. Certainly neither German was
hurt by the bullet, although it did seem to add a little to their haste.
“The position is ours,” announced the lieutenant exultantly, and then,
suddenly remembering that Frank Hoskins had been hit and that Jerry had
dropped his gun, he inquired: “Hurt badly, Frank? And how about you,
Jerry?”
“Nothing but a scratch,” said Frank. “Took me right on the crazy bone
and made me jump for a minute, but its hardly bleeding now.”
“Only hit my gun,” announced Jerry, “and I recovered that.”
There was no time for further conversation. The Germans had reached
their own lines, and a machine-gun was being trained upon the Americans.
They rushed headlong to the north side of the little mound, and into the
opening of a natural cave.
The earthwork made them as solidly entrenched as though they were behind
their own lines, and only heavy shells could dislodge them. But they had
work to do, and the nature of it required that they do it quickly.
The entrance faced almost directly north and into No Mans Land, so that
the light of an electric flash, such as they all carried, hardly could
attract the attention of either side.
“Joe,” said the lieutenant, sizing up the situation, “it is not safe to
leave the enemy unwatched for a single second. I think it would be well
for you to stay on duty outside, while the rest of us rig up the
instrument and begin to unspool the wire. Hoskins, youre hurt, so you
stay here with Joe. But both of you be mighty careful not to expose
yourselves where youll stop a German bullet.”
With Lieutenant Mackinson leading, Jerry just behind him and Slim
bringing up the rear, they crossed the five feet of narrow passageway
back into the natural dungeon.
The lieutenant switched on his light. Involuntarily and with a startled
gesture he stepped back.
“Jumping Jupiter!” exclaimed Jerry, “whats that?”
Slim, peering ahead of the other two, ejaculated something between a
shriek and a groan.
Strewn about the ground of that cave, in every conceivable position of
misery and torture, were the bodies of half a dozen dead men, all
Germans.
The lieutenants hand that held the light trembled slightly as he stared
at the ghastly scene before him, but he was grit and courage right
through to the heart.
“This is bad business,” he said, “but we are under orders and we must go
through with it. We cannot move the bodies out to-night.”
He stepped further into the dark hole, and the other two lads followed.
Suddenly from behind them there was a grumbling, roaring crash, pierced
by a cry of warning from Joe, outside.
The three whirled around, and for a moment no one could utter a word.
The mouth of the dungeon had completely caved in!
“Trapped!” gasped Jerry, who was the first to find his voice.
Even the lieutenant seemed dazed.
“Trapped,” echoed Slim, “in the cave of death.”
CHAPTER XIV
DESPERATE MEASURES
Never did three young men face a more terrible or more horribly gruesome
situation. Here they were, locked in a natural dungeon behind a wall of
dirt and rock probably four or five feet thick. Not only that, but the
cave already contained the bodies of six men whose fixed and glassy eyes
stared at them as though in mockery and warning, and the already foul
air was becoming more stifling every moment.
In a dull way they realized that they probably could not survive more
than two or three maddening hours in that death chamber.
“It may not be so bad as it seems,” said Lieutenant Mackinson in a voice
that seemed unnatural in that vault. “Perhaps it was only a slight
cave-in.”