on, action every minute. They wanted to see their
enemies, to get at grips with them, to pit their brawn and muscle,
their wit and courage against the best the enemy could bring forth. It
was the way their ancestors had fought, man to man, bayonet to bayonet,
where sheer pluck and power would give the victory to the men who
possessed them in largest measure.

"We'll be in it up to our necks in a few minutes now," muttered Bart,
as they waited for the order to charge.

"It's going to be hot work," remarked Billy. "They've got a pile of
men in that division over there, and they've been putting up a stiff
fight so far this morning."

"They're in for a trimming," declared Frank. "Just wait till the old
Thirty-seventh goes at them on the double quick."

"Why don't the orders come?" grumbled Tom.

They came at last and, with a rousing cheer, the regiment rushed
forward. The enemy's guns opened up at them, and a deadly barrage
sought to check the wild fury of their charge. Men went down as shot
and shell tore through them, but the others never faltered. The old
Thirty-seventh was out to win that morning, and a bad time was in store
for whoever stood in the way of its headlong rush.

In the front ranks the Army Boys fought shoulder to shoulder, and when
the regiment struck the enemy line, they plunged forward with the
bayonet. There was a furious melee as they ploughed their way through.

So impetuous was their dash that it carried them too fast and too far.
They found themselves fighting with a group of their comrades against a
fresh body of enemy troops who had just been thrown in in a fierce
counterattack. For the moment they were greatly outnumbered and as the
enemy closed around the little band it seemed as though they were
doomed to be cut off from the support of their comrades.

They must cut their way through and rejoin the main body. And not a
moment must be lost, for the ring surrounding them was constantly being
augmented by fresh reinforcements.

A shot tore Frank's rifle out of his hands. He looked around and saw
an axe that had been left there by some one of an engineer corps.

He stooped and picked it up. He swung it high above his head. In his
powerful hands it was a fearful weapon, and the enemy detachment hi
front of him faltered and drew back.

With a shout of "Lusitania!" Frank leaped forward, his eyes flashing
with the fury of the fight, his axe hewing right and left. Foot by
foot