trench. The boy promptly offered his services to
help carry in the food. You see, Remi used his head.

"'What nursery do you belong to?' jeered the mess sergeant.

"'Thirty-first Territorials, Company C,' answered the lad promptly,
his quick reply bringing a laugh in which the mess sergeant joined
heartily.

"'All right, take a load of coffee and follow the leader, but if you
spill so much as a drop of it you'll face a firing squad at daybreak.'

"Two heavy containers filled with hot coffee, suspended from a yoke
that fitted over the shoulders, were placed on the lad. The soldiers
expected to see him collapse under the heavy load, but Remi stood up
very straight and awaited the command to go forward. He was stronger
than they thought he was. The journey through the dark trenches was a
long one, made thrilling by the Germans, who were trying to drop
shells into them as the food was coming up to the front line. The
'chow' carriers, however, arrived safely at Company C's station and
Remi had every drop of coffee that he had started out with.

"'Well, here I am,' he announced loudly. 'Remi wants a gun, he wants
it right away, and then he wants to see a Boche.'

"'You'll see him sooner than you expect if you don't lower your
voice,' rebuked a soldier.

"At that moment a star-shell shot high up into the air and, bursting,
flooded the space between the French and German lines with a brilliant
light. Remi peered over the top of the parapet and across the 'No
Man's Land' of which he had so often heard, over its barbed-wire
entanglements and on to the parapets of the German trenches.

"'Why do they do that?' he questioned.

"'To see if any of our patrols are out there nosing about. You see, we
send out night patrols to find out what the enemy is doing,' he was
told.

"'I, too, shall be a night patrol,' declared the lad confidently.

"Unmindful of the desperate chance he was taking, Remi, watching his
opportunity, slipped over the top of the French trench and began
crawling toward the enemy lines. He did not know where the openings in
the wire entanglements were located, but, being small, he was able to
crawl under. Now and then he saw other figures slinking about out
there, but he took good care that they should not see him, and, when
another star shell was fired, he flattened himself on the ground, face
downward, and thus avoided detection. So intent was he, however, in
watching for enemy patrols that he actually bu