"But before then I hope we'll either be out of here, or in a position
to give a better account of ourselves," went on Jimmy, who was sitting
on a box, munching part of his rations, and drinking from an old tin
cup he had found.

"What's that mean?" asked Franz.

"Well, either we can escape, or our boys will drive these Huns back,
and in that case we'll be all right. I admit it's going to be a
ticklish proposition to escape from here though," and Jimmy went to an
upper window and took another observation.

"Are they closing in?" asked Bob.

"They seem to have halted," replied Jimmy. "At least the center has.
The two wings are coming on like a pair of pliers getting ready to nip
us between the jaws."

"Ach! Den will dey squeeze us?" asked Iggy.

"If they know we are here I suppose they'll try it," declared Jimmy.
"But maybe we can inflict a few bites before they crush us! Fellows,
we'd better look to the defense. How much ammunition have we?"

"Mighty little!" declared Roger, gloomily. "I fired about all I had
coming on in the rush."

"Same here," admitted Bob.