So closely together that they sounded almost as one were the detonations of the guns and the effect as they found their marks.
Again there was a shower of debris.
Without waiting to see what effect this destruction would have upon the Germans who occupied the houses, Hal ordered the guns turned on other homes.
Again the big guns spoke, and again the mass of bricks, mortar and wood descended and covered the streets.
"I guess that will do 'em," muttered Hal, as he waited for the smoke to clear away.
The lad was right.
No longer did the snipers fire from the windows and the American troops, which had temporarily sought shelter in doorways and around corners, poured out again, their advance, thanks to Hal and his men, thus being made more simple.
A few moments later Colonel Johnson came up to Hal.
"You did a good job, Major," he said quietly. "I guess we'll have no more trouble with them."
"Then the town is ours?" asked Hal eagerly.