ey were apparently empty and silent, and concealing ourselves
behind a fallen wall we waited for the automatic rifles to give the
signal. Aggie had taken cold from her wetting, and could hardly speak.

"I'b sure they've taked Tish," were her first words.

"Not alive," I said grimly.

"Lizzie! Oh, by dear Tish!"

"If you've got to worry," I said rather tartly, "worry about the
Germans. It wouldn't surprise me a particle to see her bring in the
lot."

Well, the attack started just then and Aggie and I got our revolvers and
began shooting as rapidly as possible, firing from the end of the
village, and with Mr. Burton's grenades from one side and our revolvers
from the other it made a tremendous noise. Aggie and I did our best, I
know, to appear to be a large number, firing and then moving to a new
point and firing again. I must say from the way those Germans ran toward
their own lines behind the town I was not surprised at the rapidity of
the final retreat which ended the war. As Aggie said later, we were not
there to kill them unless necessary, but they ran so fast at times it
was difficult to avoid hitting them. They fairly ran into the bullets.

In a very short time there was not one in sight, but we kept on firing
for a trifle longer, and then made for the church, meeting the two
privates on the way. When we arrived Mr. Burton was already there and
had unfastened a large bolt on the outside of the door. We crowded in,
and somebody closed the door and we had a moment to breathe.

"Well, here we are," said Mr. Burton in a quite cheerful tone. "And not
a casualty among us--or the Germans either, I fancy, save those that
died of heart disease. Are we all here, by the way?"

He then struck a match, and my heart sank.

"Tish!" I cried. "Tish is not here!"

It was then that a voice from the far end of the church said:
"Suffering' snakes! I'm delirious, Weber! I knew that beer would get me.
I thought I heard----"

Some one was hammering at the door with a revolver, and we heard Tish's
dear voice outside saying: "Keep your hands up! _Lizzie!_"

Mr. Burton opened the door and Tish backed in, followed by a figure that
was muttering in German. She had both her revolvers pointed at it, and
she said: "Close the door, somebody, and get a light. I think it's a
general."

Well, Charlie Sands was coming with a candle stuck in the neck of a
bottle, and he seemed extremely surprised. He kept stumbling over things
and sayin