"Do you mean that shell came from a German battery?" asked Bob.

"It did," affirmed Franz. "I saw the puff of smoke from a battery on
the hill where the Germans are grouped. Then I knew they were firing
in our direction. But of course I couldn't see the shell, and I didn't
know where it would land. But I didn't want to take a chance. That
either went over or fell short. But there's no question, now, as to
where the firing is coming from--it's from the German lines."

"Then there's no chance for us," said Roger, gloomily.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," declared Franz. "They don't know we're
here, and they evidently aren't firing directly at this mill. They may
be using it to get the range, and that's why they dropped the first
shell here. But we still have a chance."

"I don't see it!" declared Bob. "We can't get out--surrounded as we
are by the enemy, and if we stay here another chance shell may wreck
the place."

"Better as we noathing do, maybe; eh?" suggested the Polish lad.

"I guess you've struck it," assented Jimmy. "There isn't very much we
can do. We might take a chance and sneak out, but I think very likely,
the Germans are well supplied with glasses. They are, most certainly,
watching this mill, if for no other reason than that it's so
conspicuous. If we run out they'll be sure to spot us, and it would
mean capture sure."

"Then what do you, advise, Blazes!" asked Roger.