"'I, too, shall be a night patrol,' declared the lad confidently.

"Unmindful of the desperate chance he was taking, Remi, watching his
opportunity, slipped over the top of the French trench and began
crawling toward the enemy lines. He did not know where the openings in
the wire entanglements were located, but, being small, he was able to
crawl under. Now and then he saw other figures slinking about out
there, but he took good care that they should not see him, and, when
another star shell was fired, he flattened himself on the ground, face
downward, and thus avoided detection. So intent was he, however, in
watching for enemy patrols that he actually bumped into the parapet of
the German trench before he knew it. The boy flattened himself on the
ground and listened. He heard low-toned conversation mingled with
German snores in the trench, and sniffed contemptuously. Raising a
hand to pull himself up to the top of the sandbags, he struck
something sharp. It was the point of a bayonet. Remi's hand crept
cautiously along and the lad barely escaped an exclamation, for here,
right in his hand, was a German rifle aimed toward his own lines,
ready to be fired at his beloved French comrades.

"Cautiously drawing the weapon over the parapet, he caressed it
affectionately, then started to crawl back toward his own lines with
his precious find.

"'At last Remi has a rifle, and none shall take it from him,' he
muttered triumphantly. 'See what I have!' he cried after having been
challenged and hauled into his own trench. 'I took it from the
thickheads over there. I--' He said no more, for his comrades were
hugging him delightedly. They hurried the child off to the captain of