“Gee, Dave, it’s a wonder you didn’t smash him in the face when he talked to you like that!” cried Ben.
“I felt like doing it, Ben; and it was all I could do to control myself,” returned our hero. “But you know what the regulations are about fighting, especially here at the front.”
“Just the same, this Gebauer ought to be taught a lesson,” was Phil’s comment.
“I don’t see why they made such a fellow as that a lieutenant,” came from Roger. “It’s a shame, with so many good men around!”
“I don’t think Gebauer will get much higher in the army,” said Dave. “If he treats the men under him as he has treated us, sooner or later they will all hate him.”
“Do you know, he looks to me as if he might be sort of pro-German,” remarked Ben thoughtfully.
“Well, one thing is sure—” began Dave, when a sudden alarm broke out which ended the talk right then and there.
The alarm was followed by a sudden burst of artillery, which soon increased in intensity, while the night was lit up by the flare of rockets and “flaming onions,” as they were called.
“I wonder what that means!” cried Shadow, as he came running up to the others.
“I think it means some sort of a fight,” answered Dave. “But whether we are going to attack or the Germans, remains to be seen.”