As the bomb exploded in the French trenches, men rushed toward him.
Still grasping several bombs, Briggs stared at them in wide-eyed
surprise. An officer rushed up to him.

Briggs explained the situation. Fortunately, no one had been wounded
by the bomb.

"You Americans! You Americans!" exclaimed the French officer. "But
go!" he commanded. "Your men are out there," pointing; "do you not
hear the sounds of conflict? If you charge there with the courage with
which you have charged here, you may be of some use after all."

Briggs wasted no time. With a flush on his face, he again leaped to
the parapet, and, a moment later, disappeared in the darkness, running
as swiftly as he could to where firing indicated that the battle
raged.

Meanwhile, what of Hal and Chester, and the American troops?

As the Americans poured from their shell holes after the first outburst
of firing, they dashed toward where they could make out the forms of
German infantry close at hand.

From beyond, the French, who had taken up a position as the French
commander had outlined to Hal, poured a withering fire into the foe.
The German officer in command immediately halted his advance, wheeled
his men, and gave battle to the French.

At almost the same moment the Americans dashed upon his men from the
rear. One volley the Americans poured into the Germans, then their