“What are they stopping for?” cried Chester.  “There are enough of them to overwhelm us!”

“I believe they fear a trap,” replied Hal.  “They are afraid we are trying to ambush them with a larger force.  We must keep up the delusion if we expect to get away.”

So saying, he ordered the men to the ground, and the little force advanced to the extreme edge of the woods.  So far not a man had been even wounded, for the Germans, unable to see that their foe had climbed into the trees, had aimed too low.

From the edge of the woods the British poured several volleys, and then, as the enemy finally began an advance, they retreated slowly, firing as they flitted from tree to tree.

Apparently, Hal had rightly guessed the cause of the enemy’s indecision.  They advanced slowly and warily; and when they finally gained the edge of the woods there was not a Briton in sight; but from further in among the trees the leaden messengers of death still struck the Germans, and man after man fell in his tracks.

Now the man nearest Chester threw up his arms and with a cry fell to the ground.  The lad made as if to go to his assistance, but Hal stayed him with a word, and the little body of English continued their retreat, firing as they went.

Suddenly the pursued emerged from the woods into the open.  A distance of half a mile lay between them and the next clump of trees.  In this half a mile there was nothing that would afford shelter; and the Germans were approaching nearer every second.

Hal did not hesitate.

“We shall have to make a dash for it!” he cried.  “One more volley, men, and then run!”

One more death-dealing volley was delivered at close range, and then the little troop of English turned and fled.  But they had traversed scarcely half the distance when the Germans reached the edge of the woods, and poured a volley into them.

Hal groaned as men fell on all sides of him.  But still those who were left ran on.  At length they reached the friendly shelter of the trees, but half their number lay behind, either dead or dying.

Once more, screened from the enemy, Hal halted the men.

“We may as well fight it out here,” he told them.  “We will hold them off if we can, and if not we must retreat slowly, keeping behind whatever cover offers.”

A faint cheer went up from the handful who were left, and they turned determinedly to face their foes.  They did not waste their fire.  As the Germans came again into view, the British rifles cracked.  Their marksmanship was superb, and rather than face this deadly fire the enemy halted.

Then began a game of hide and seek, with death the penalty for all who were seen.  The firing was only at intervals now.  Wherever a German arm or leg showed itself, a British rifle sounded and a German was accounted for.

For almost half an hour the game continued; and it was kept up until darkness fell.  Fearing that it was the intent of the British to lure them into the hands of a strong force, the Germans did not attempt a charge, but contented themselves with trying to pick off their foes as they flitted from one tree to another.