put on his clothes. Going out soon, he encountered Blaine on the
parade before the hangars where the starting of planes usually began.

It promised to be a lovely day. Not a cloud was in the sky. Off to
the east a lone airplane was, soaring high over No-Man Is-Land,
doubtless one of the night scouts that are maintained along that
portion of the front.

Said Lafe:

"Last night after the rest of you had gone to the clubroom, Byers sent
for me and told me briefly what he wanted us to attempt today. You
know those sausages the Boches got now, over back of that bluff you
unearthed the day you came home after our last raid?"

"Appincourte?" Orris blinked and nodded. "I ought to remember."

"Well, the French have tried a time or two to get them, but the Boche
planes have been too much for them so far. Kept them so busy fighting
back, they had no time to do much bombing. And now word has come from
headquarters that they must go. Must! See?"

Erwin nodded. He took a deep breath, feeling already the lift in the
pure morning air. Blaine continued:

"Well, Anson was to have headed this raid, but he's been promoted also.
He's an ensign now. I am in his place and they made you corporal
under me for two reasons. One was on account of the stunts you did
along with me; then for what you did after you went on your own hook
and busted into that Boche communicating trench which made them try to