gobble," suggested Roger. "That ration of mine was only a sample."

A look from the mill windows showed that the advancing German army had
no present intentions, as far as could be judged, of attacking the red
mill. They did not seem to be paying any attention to it.

So far there had been a total absence of either artillery or rifle
fire. The advance had been made silently and comparatively quietly.
On either side of the mill, in the far distance, and to the rear,
however, were dull rumblings and booms that told of war's activities.

Greatly to their relief, the lads found quite a store of food the
Germans had put away, evidently in preparation for a long stay in
the mill. It was not food of the best quality, but it was better than
nothing, they all agreed. And there was water in plenty.

"If they come at us we'll fight as long as we can," decided Jimmy,
which was the sentiment of all, "and we'll live to the best of our
ability meanwhile."

"But they don't seem to be going to attack," ventured Roger. "They
look to me as though they were settling down for a long stay. I can't
see 'em digging trenches yet, but maybe there are some already dug."

While getting the food and ammunition in readiness, and dragging back
the dead bodies out of the way, the boys occasionally looked from the
mill windows. As Roger had said, the army appeared to have come to a
halt, both the center and the wings.

The Khaki Boys had just finished binding up their minor hurts, and