CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| [I] | A Call to Battle | 1 |
| [II] | The Accident | 11 |
| [III] | Monsieur Secor | 20 |
| [IV] | All Aboard | 29 |
| [V] | Anxious Days | 39 |
| [VI] | A Queer Conference | 47 |
| [VII] | "Periscope Ahoy!" | 56 |
| [VIII] | Beaten Off | 65 |
| [IX] | Suspicions | 72 |
| [X] | The Flashlight | 80 |
| [XI] | The Depth Charge | 88 |
| [XII] | In England | 97 |
| [XIII] | Under Suspicion | 105 |
| [XIV] | In Custody | 114 |
| [XV] | The Front at Last | 121 |
| [XVI] | The Firing Line | 130 |
| [XVII] | Bowled Over | 138 |
| [XVIII] | Trench Life | 145 |
| [XIX] | Gassed | 153 |
| [XX] | "Gone!" | 161 |
| [XXI] | Across No Man's Land | 170 |
| [XXII] | Captured | 179 |
| [XXIII] | The Airship Raid | 189 |
| [XXIV] | Buried Alive | 199 |
| [XXV] | The End of Labenstein | 206 |
CHAPTER I
A CALL TO BATTLE
"Come on now, ready with those smoke bombs! Where's the Confederate army, anyhow? And you Unionists, don't look as though you were going to rob an apple orchard! Suffering snakes, you're going into battle and you're going to lick the boots off the Johnnie Rebs! Look the part! Look the part! Now, then, what about the cannon? Got plenty of powder in 'em so there'll be lots of smoke?"
A stout man, with perspiration running down his face, one drop trickling from his nose, was hurrying up and down the field.
On one side of him was a small army composed of what seemed to be Civil War Union soldiers. A little farther back was a motley array of Confederates. Farther off was an apple orchard, and close beside that stood a ramshackle farmhouse which was soon to be the center of a desperate moving-picture battle in the course of which the house would be the refuge of the Confederates.
"The old man is sort of on his ear this morning, isn't he, Blake?" asked Joe Duncan of his chum and camera partner, Blake Stewart. "I haven't heard him rage like this since the time C. C. dodged the custard pie he was supposed to take broadside on."
"Yes, he's a bit nervous, Joe; but——"