Cutlip needed no further urging. Together he and Frank sped for the shelter of the woods, which they reached safely and threw themselves on the ground as a rain of bullets passed overhead.
"Close shave, son," said Frank.
Young Cutlip was trembling, but he was not afraid.
"Give me a gun," he cried. "I can pick off a few of 'em."
But Frank shook his head.
"You've done your part," he said. "Now you get away from here until we clean these fellows up."
Frank circled among the trees until he came into the midst of his own men again. These were still peppering away at the enemy from among the trees and the Germans, lying on the ground, were returning the fire.
"We're wasting too much time here," Frank told himself.
He looked across to where Lieutenant Hetherton and his men were also blazing away at the foe.
"Forward men!" cried Frank suddenly. "Charge!"