| He made a long leap forward, bringing thegun-butt down directly on the head of theGerman (page [98]) | [ Frontispiece] |
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| Immediately afterward came a tremendous explosion | [ 28] |
| As well as he was able, he put out his uninjured arm andDave grasped it | [ 66] |
| Upon the breast of the young sergeant was pinned aDistinguished Service Medal | [ 132] |
| There came down on their heads a perfect shower of dirt | [ 162] |
| One of them held him at the point of a bayonet | [ 228] |
| Dave took a long breath and then made the leap | [ 252] |
| With a quick move he gathered in the maps and documents | [ 288] |
DAVE PORTER’S WAR HONORS
CHAPTER I
NEAR THE FIGHTING FRONT
“Phil, where is Roger?”
“I don’t know, Dave. I haven’t seen him for the last quarter of an hour.”
“You don’t suppose he got lost somewhere in that gully we crossed?” continued Dave Porter, with an anxious look on his bronzed face.
“It wouldn’t be surprising, Dave,” answered Phil Lawrence. “I almost got lost myself, the tangle of underbrush was so thick.”
“Yes, and don’t forget that we had to hide once or twice when the Boches sent over those big shells,” broke in another member of the engineering party, that was working its way through some scrub timber not a great distance back of the American fighting front in France.
“I’m not forgetting that,” answered Dave grimly.
He well remembered how he had heard the whining of a shell, had dropped down into a shell crater, and then heard the missile explode some distance away. His left shin had been barked, and likewise his shoulder, but to these small hurts he was just then paying no attention.