“We’ve got our gats!” he said.
CHAPTER IX
CHESTER TO THE RESCUE
Despite himself, Hal was forced to smile.
“‘Gats?’” he repeated.
“Well, that’s what we call ’em on the East Side in good old New York,” replied Bowers, also smiling. “But you can call ’em anything you want to. We ought to be good for a couple of Huns apiece before we go down.”
“They’ll know we’re here, at all events,” declared Hal grimly.
As the Germans bore down on them from the east, Hal glanced quickly over his shoulder and uttered a cry of joy.
“Here come the Yanks!” he shouted.
It was true. Half a mile behind them a long line of the boys in khaki advanced at the double, spread out in the battle formation which had its origination in the great war. Behind the first line came a second and then a third.
Hal estimated the distance with a practiced eye.