"Everything in readiness here?" asked the young lieutenant who had given Jimmy, Roger and Franz their orders. He came along the trench, glancing now and then at his wrist watch to note the approach of the hour set for the beginning of the barrage.
"Everything ready, sir," reported Jimmy, and Roger and Franz repeated this.
"Very good. You won't have long to wait now."
The lieutenant passed on, making his observations. The five Brothers were talking in low tones, speculating on many things. They talked of what they had gone through in the past, for each one realized that there might be no future for him after this great battle that was pending. And they talked of the spy captain, of the missing Sergeant Maxwell, and other matters.
"If we live through this," Jimmy was saying, "I'm going to get leave and see if I can't find Maxwell. It isn't so much for the sake of the money as it is for him. He was a good friend to me."
"To all of us," declared Bob.
"Well, I can't imagine what has become of him," said Roger. "If he—"
There was no chance for further words, for at that moment it seemed as if all the thunderstorms from the beginning of the world to the present time had broken loose at once.
"It's our barrage!" cried Jimmy. "Get ready to go over and fight!"
And ten minutes later the five Brothers were in the midst of the most desperate struggle in which they had had a part since the start of the World War.