hell were falling, for although night had
come, a continuous bombardment was taking place. Each army was sending
forth its missiles of death; the guns of each were pounding to the
other's trenches.

Before daylight came Bob had, in the darkness, passed the advance lines
of the enemy, and was making his way towards his own people. But even
yet his danger was not at an end; indeed, he was in more immediate
peril than when he was a prisoner in the German camp. Clad as he was
in the enemies' uniform, he knew that at first sight he would be shot
down. Still he must take his risk and press forward.

Moreover, he knew that anything like hesitation must end in disaster.

Daylight had just begun to appear when he heard the murmur of voices.
He felt sure he was some distance from the main line of the English,
and yet he thought he heard some English voices. "It will be some men
on outpost duty," he thought; "at any rate, I will have a try." Hiding
behind some bushes, he listened intently. "Yes," he thought, "they are
our own chaps."

"Who goes there?"

Bob knew it was a question which must be answered promptly.

"I say, you fellows," he cried, "wait a minute."

A dozen rifles were pointed towards him. Evidently the men who held
the rifles waited for the word of command to fire.

"It's some German spy," he heard some one say.

Bob threw up his arms as a sign of surrender, and immediately he was
seized. A few minutes later he told his story, which at first was not
believed; but when he told who he was, and asked to be taken
immediately to either General Fortescue or Colonel Sapsworth, the
sergeant in command of the little company of Englishmen opened his eyes
wide with astonishment.

"By George, he talks like an Englishman, anyhow!" said the puzzled
sergeant; "and I did hear some talk three days ago about a Lieutenant
Nancarrow giving the alarm to his own soldiers at the risk of his own
life; anyhow, we've got him."

Hours later Bob found himself in the presence of his own superior
officers.

"Talk about miracles," said Colonel Sapsworth; "but you're about the
biggest miracle of this war. Nancarrow, we had all mourned for you as
dead, although your name was sent to England as missing. I never knew
the General so cut up as when he was told what had taken place; he
seemed to think it mean of Providence to allow you to be taken when you
had acted in the way you did. By gad, man, do you mean to tell me that