The boys looked at each other with a grin.
"We've run, all right," chuckled Billy, "but we've run toward them instead of away from them."
"They thought our marines would run too," laughed Frank, "but do you see what they're calling them now? Teufelhunden. They're devil-hounds, all right, and the dachshund yelps when he sees them coming."
"What do you think the Germans will aim for when they do begin their drive?" queried Bart.
"The Allied commanders would give a good deal to know that," smiled Dick. "Of course the thing the Huns want to do above everything else is to separate and crush the Allied armies. Everything would be easy after that. But if they can't do that, they'll probably make a break for Paris. They figure that if they once got that in their hands the French would be ready to sue for peace. Or they may try to take the Channel Ports, where they'd be in good position to take a hack at England. The only thing that's certain is that the drive is coming and when it does come it's going to be the biggest fight in the history of the world."
"Let Heinie do his worst," said Bart.
"Yes," agreed Frank. "And no matter what he does, he'll have to reckon with Uncle Sam."