“So?” exclaimed Hal in surprise. “Then maybe you would wish to talk to him. But remember he is a German, after all, and be careful.”
“Hello there, professor!” called McHugh. “Don’t you remember me?”
“Vat?” came the reply. “Can it be my old pupil Daniel McHugh?”
“The same, professor,” McHugh shouted back.
“No wonder I recognize the voice,” came the response. “Did I not say always that you had talent? And now you will sing for us, eh?”
“Sure,” said McHugh. “I’ll take your word, professor.”
Without further words, the young soldier sprang to the top of the trench.
“Well,” said Hal, “if you’re going up, so am I.”
He sprang up also, and Chester followed suit. A moment later fully a hundred American heads appeared over the top of the trenches. Beyond, in the darkness, German heads also bobbed up.
“Now professor,” said McHugh, “what shall it be?”