"Lots of times," answered Slim, as he puffed along, "Why?"
"Well, that's the way that hill seems to be traveling along, always keeping the same distance ahead of us."
"I've heard of armies 'taking' a fort, or a city, or a trench," said Slim. "Do you suppose those Germans are 'taking' that young mountain along with them?"
"Seems so to me," said Jerry, coming to a halt to shift the heavy pack-set to the other hand.
As a matter of fact, early evening—a cold, biting winter evening—was settling about them when they finally climbed to the crest of that hill to cautiously "see what they could see."
Far beyond the slope ahead of them, in the dim dusk, they could discern a mass of men, evidently halted for the night.
"That's their rear guard," announced Jerry, with the field glasses to his eyes. "I can even make out their sentries."
Slim took a look and agreed. "Hadn't we better report?" he asked.
"I think we ought to make this bunch of trees here our position, and then scout ahead a little first," said Jerry.