"Twice a day, if we can get across the Devil's Cut without interruption," was the answer.
"What do you mean by the Devil's Cut?" asked Ralph.
"Well, we have a stretch of about two kilometers that's like going through hell fire. The Germans have had the range of that road for a month. When we get through that we are all right, and sometimes they let us pass without shelling; but not often," was the answer.
An hour thereafter the driver moved along and notified Alfred that it would be necessary for him to take the wheel. "Now get on the left side of the truck low down," he said to the boy.
Without asking why, he did so and was surprised to see the assistant and Ralph hanging to a narrow running board at the side.
"What's up?" shouted Alfred.
"We are near the Devil's Cut," said Ralph.
"Well, we are in it now," said the assistant. "Everything seems fairly quiet,——"
"Bang." Something exploded. The boys had heard that sound before. It startled but did not disconcert them.
"What! are we going right into the German lines?" asked Alfred, as he glanced about.