Hal shrugged his shoulders, a habit occasioned by long association with French troops.
“Don’t know,” was his reply; “but I’ll admit I seem to have heard it before. We’ll see when daylight comes.”
At that moment a private by the name of McHugh began to sing.
“Where do we go from here, boys, where do we go from here?” were the words of the song that broke the uncanny stillness of the trenches. It was the song that had come into fame after the American troops reached the battlefields of France—the song to which American regiments marched into battle.
Other voices took up the song.
Came a hail in broken English from the German trenches scarce a hundred yards away.
“Hey there, Yanks!”
Instantly the singing in the American trenches came to a stop.
“What do you want, Fritz?” Hal called back.
“Don’t make so much noise, all you fellows, and let the boy sing.”