out the machine-gun nest in the old red mill, the five Brothers alone
were left alive, and, save for slight flesh wounds, which all of them
had, they were not seriously injured. No, I am not quite correct in
saying that only these five were left alive. There was one other, a
lad named Blakeley from New Jersey. But he was so badly wounded, by
a bayonet thrust from a German, that his death was only a question of
minutes.

He managed, before he passed away, to whisper a message to his loved
ones at home, and this Jimmy Blaise undertook to send by letter.

"And now, let's see what's next to do," murmured Roger, when the dead
lad had been reverently laid with the other Americans killed in the
mill.

"I don't believe we're going to have much choice," said Jimmy, grimly,
as he pointed through the window.

"Why?" asked Roger.

"The Germans have surrounded the place," was the answer. "We're
trapped--that's why!"




CHAPTER X

FALLING WALLS