"It certainly looks like it," answered Alfred, with enthusiasm, as he bounded forward eagerly to reach the top.
Evidences of the effect of shells now became more pronounced, although holes in the earth and the fallen debris had been noticed everywhere, even before they had reached the hillside.
"It must be a battery of big guns up there," remarked Ralph, as they sat down for a few moments of rest.
"Yes, that last shot sounded bigger than a 75," answered Alfred.
"I wonder what Frisky is doing over there?" said Ralph, glancing across a small ravine to the left, where the animal was engaged in briskly pawing the earth.
"I suppose he has treed something; suppose we investigate," replied Alfred.
They quickly found their way through the tangled brush and broken stone down the little hollow and up again to the mound-like structure where Frisky was engaged.
"What have you found?" asked Ralph, as they neared the scene.
Frisky answered with a quick yelp, and kept on digging. Evidently there was something in the burrow before him.
"What kind of animals do they have here in France?" said Ralph. "I don't think I ever saw even a field mouse since we came here."