Chester, who had been despatched by General Petain with orders, arrived there to witness a scene similar to the one Hal had seen in the center.  The German assaults had been successful all along the line.  The French had lost their first line trenches on a front of approximately twelve miles.  Only at one or two isolated spots had the Germans met reverses; and these few points that the French still held were doubly dangerous now.  They could not be given the proper support.  Later in the day they were abandoned.

Hal and Chester returned to their posts about the same time.  Each was sadly disappointed at the result of the first infantry fighting.  For several hours they were kept on the jump carrying despatches, and it was after dark before they found themselves alone together after the strenuous day.

“Pretty hard,” said Hal, shaking his head sadly.

“I should say so,” Chester agreed.  “It seems to me that those fellows could have been stopped.”

“It doesn’t to me,” declared Hal.  “The way they swept into our trenches seemed to me beyond human power to stop.  I’m glad they stopped when they did.  They probably could have gone farther.”

“They’ll try again to-morrow,” said Chester positively.

“I’m afraid so,” agreed Hal; “and if they do, I’m afraid they’ll drive us back again.”

“And what’s the reason?” demanded Chester.

Hal shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t know,” he said.  “Of course they can only progress so far.  They’ll wear themselves out by their own exertions.  They lost a great deal more heavily than we did to-day; but certainly it seemed as if nothing could stop them.”

There was little rest for Hal and Chester that night.  It seemed to both that they had hardly closed their eyes when they were again summoned to General Petain.  Assembled there they found the entire staff.  The French commander was reviewing the events of the day and issuing orders and instructions rapidly.  He realized that there would be more and probably harder fighting on the next day and he was laying his plans accordingly.  Hal and Chester received their instructions for the morrow along with the rest.

Returning to their own quarters again, they were attracted by the sound of confusion a short distance away.

“Something up,” said Chester.  “Let’s have a look.”

Nothing loath, Hal followed his chum.

In the light of a large camp fire they made out a crowd of soldiers gathered about in a large circle.  Howls of amusement and hilarious laughter rose on the air.  Hal and Chester pushed closer and were able to ascertain the cause of merriment.

In the center six French soldiers held a blanket and in the center of this blanket was a man.  He rose and fell as the six men alternately released the blanket and then drew it taut again.  He was yelling at the top of his voice to be let alone and threatening dire vengeance on his tormentors when he would be able to get at them.  But he was laughing and taking the joke good naturedly.