before he could recover his balance and aim another thrust at him, and,
with a quick heave, sent the officer spinning over his head. The German
hit the ground with a thud, and as he was about to pick himself up an
English trooper ended his fighting days with a thrust of his bayonet.

Chester seized the officer's sword and sprang forward into the thick of
the conflict again. Side by side, Hal and Chester advanced with the
victorious British troops, striking, cutting and slashing their way
through the dense bodies of the enemy.

Suddenly Chester fell to the ground beneath the feet of the struggling
men. A descending rifle butt had struck him a glancing blow on the head.
Hal, engaged at that moment with another German officer, saw his friend's
plight, and jumped back.

With his sword he swept aside a German bayonet which at that instant
would have been buried in Chester's prostrate form, but as he did so a
heavy blow fell upon the lad's head and he was sent to his knees. Above
him, with poised bayonet, stood a German soldier.

Death stared him in the face and the boy realized it. It was impossible
for him to regain his feet in time to ward off the thrust. Quickly he
threw himself to one side, and as he did so the German toppled on top of
him, lifeless.

Hal scrambled to his feet and saw that the man who had thus saved his
life was none other than Lieutenant Harry Anderson.

"Just in time," said Hal briefly, and turned to where Chester was now
struggling to his feet; and as the battle raged fiercely about them,