CHAPTER II

TO THE RESCUE


"Go on! Don't stop! Slam at 'em!"

It was the sharp command of the lieutenant in immediate charge of the
detachment including Jimmy Blaise and his comrades.

"Forward! Forward!" was yelled on every side.

The din continued--increased. It seemed as though there could be
nothing left whole on earth again; in all that riot of noise and
blood--as though everything must be rent to pieces.

"Are you all right!" cried Jimmy in the ear of Roger.

"Yes. Not scratched yet. How about--"

A loud explosion to one side cut off his words in a blast, but Jimmy
knew what his chum wanted to say. When there was a momentary lull he
answered:

"Iggy's gone!"