em Ur and Nippur, and, after, Persia
and Alexander's Greece and Rome. Germany was making the great try to
renew Rome's sway; her Emperor called himself the Caesar. What if he
should succeed?

Distraught by so many successes, the Germans grew frantic. They were
diverted from one prize to another.

The British set their backs to the wall. The French repeated their
Verdun watchword, "No thoroughfare," and the Americans began to come
up. The Allies were driven finally to what they had always realized to
be necessary, but had never consented to--a unified command. They put
all their destinies into the hands of Foch.

Instantly and melodramatically the omens changed. Foch could live up
to his own motto now, "Attack, attack, attack." He had been like a man
gambling his last francs. Now he had word that unlimited funds were on
the way from his Uncle Sam. He did not have to count his money over
and over. He could squander it regardless.

In every direction he attacked, attacked, attacked. The stupefied
world saw the German hordes checked, driven rearward, here, there, the
other place.

Towns were redeemed, rivers regained, prisoners scooped up by the ten
thousand. The pins began a great forward march along the maps. People
fought for the privilege of placing them. Geography became the most
fascinating sport ever known.

Davidge had come from the hospital minus one arm just as the bulletins
changed from grave to gay. He was afraid now that the war would be
over before his ships could share the glorious part that ships played
in all this victory. The British had turned all their hulls to the
American shores and the American troops were pouring into them in
unbelievable floods.

Secrecy lost its military value. The best strategy that could be
devised was to publish just how many Americans were landing in
France.

General March would carry the news to Secretary Baker and he would
scatter it broadcast through George Creel's Committee on Public
Information, using telegraph, wireless, telephone, cable, post-office,
placard, courier.

Davidge had always said that the war would be over as soon as the
Germans got the first real jolt. With them war was a business and they
would withdraw from it the moment they foresaw a certain bankruptcy
ahead.

But there was the war after the war to be considered--the war for
commerce, the postponed war with disgruntled labor and the impatient
varieties of socialists and with the rabid Bol