It appeared to be true.
Still quite a distance away, the American infantry had wheeled sharply to the right.
“Flank attack,” said Hal briefly, “but it leaves us high and dry.”
“Well,” said Bowers, “I’ve heard that these contraptions,” referring to the tank, “carry signal flags.”
“We’ll hoist one,” said Hal briefly. “They may see it.”
He climbed back into the tank, reappearing shortly with a small flag which he ran up on the turret.
“Now all we can do is sit down and wait.”
“And pray that the Germans don’t arrive in force first,” Bowers added dryly.
The two sat down in the sunlight and followed the course of the battle in the distance. Gradually the American charge slowed down. From beyond, Hal could see the ranks of the gray-clad hosts as they emerged from the German lines farther back to charge the American infantry.
“They’ll get all the fight they want,” said Hal.