don't they shoot him?"

"They're trying," said Hal. "You can hear the bullets. They are
flying over his head!" The lad raised his voice in a shout: "Briggs!
Come down here!"

Briggs glanced down. Hal, Chester, and McKenzie had approached close
now, and Briggs made out their features as he gazed down.

"One moment, sir," he said, "and I'll be with you."

Deliberately he drew back his arm again, and, a moment later his last
bomb was hurled into the foe. As the explosion resounded from the
German trenches, Briggs leaped down lightly, approached Hal and
Chester, and saluted.

"I'm ready now, sir," he said.

"Then run!" cried Hal.

The four suited the action to the word, and dashed back toward the
American trenches. From behind a volley a rifle fire crackled after
them.

"Anybody hit?" cried Hal, as they dashed along.

There were four negative answers.

Five minutes later the four were safe in the American trenches.