“I don’t—” began Alexis, but Hal interrupted him.
“Come on,” he said, taking him by the arm. “Let’s move away from here.”
Grumbling and protesting, the giant allowed himself to be led toward the head of the Cossack line, now some distance back. Bullets and shells were still whistling overhead, for the three were between the opposing forces. None dropped near them, however, and they continued on their way.
Suddenly, from the German line, came the clear call of a bugle.
“Quick!” shouted Hal, hurrying forward. “The Germans are going to charge. We mustn’t be caught in between.”
But it was too late. Even as the lad spoke, the German cavalry came forward with a rush.
Hal realized in an instant that they would not have time to rejoin the main body of Cossacks, for should the latter advance to meet the charge, they would not do so rapidly enough to come up to them before the Germans. Should the Cossacks retreat, the three could not possibly hope to come up with them.
Fortunately the three were at the extreme east of the battle line; so now, turning quickly, Hal led the way out of danger. When far enough away so that there was little likelihood of being struck by stray bullets, they halted to witness the progress of the battle.
The Cossacks advanced to meet the charge of the German cavalry, and threw it back upon its infantry support, which once more issued from the trenches. German field guns were unlimbered and hurled their shells screeching at the Russians. The latter were forced to retreat.
The Germans pushed this advantage closely.