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ked as if they had seen action. "Bully for you, kid!" one of them said, slapping Tom on the shoulder. "You're all right, Towhead!" "Lift the machine," said Tom; "they always put broken glass in the roads. I thought maybe they'd punctured my tire out there." "They came near puncturing _you_, all right! What's your name?" "Thatchy is mostly what I get called. My motorcycle is named _Uncle Sam_. Did you win yet?" For answer they laughed and slapped him on the shoulder and repeated, "You're all right, kid!" "Looks as if Snipy must have had his eye on you, huh?" one of them observed. "Who's Snipy?" Tom asked. "Oh, that's mostly what _he_ gets called," said someone, mimicking Tom's own phrase. "His rifle's named _Tommy_. He's probably up in a tree somewheres out there." "He's a good shot," said Tom simply. "I'd like to see him." "Nobody ever sees him--they _feel_ him," said another. "He must have been somewhere," said Tom. "Oh, he was _somewhere_ all right," several laughed. A couple of the Signal Corps men jumped out of the trench near by and greeted Tom heartily, praising him as the others had done, all of which he took with his usual stolidness. Already, though of course he did not know it, he was becoming somewhat of a character. "You've got Paul Revere and Phil Sheridan beat a mile," one of the boys said. "I don't know much about Sheridan," said Tom, "but I always liked Paul Revere." He did not seem to understand why they laughed and clapped him on the shoulder and said, "You'll do, kiddo." But it was necessary to keep moving, for the other carriers were coming along. The little group passed up the road, Tom pushing his wheel and answering their questions briefly and soberly as he always did. Planks had been laid across the German trenches where they intersected the road and as they passed over them Tom looked down upon many a gruesome sight which evidenced the surprise by the Americans and their undoubted victory. Not a live German was to be seen, nor a dead American either, but here and there a fallen gray-coat lay sprawled in the crooked topsy-turvy ditch. He could see the Red Cross stretcher-bearers passing in and out of the communication trenches and already a number of boys in grimy khaki were engaged in repairing the trenches where the tanks had caved them in. In the second line trench lay several wounded Americans and Tom was surprised to see one of these propped up smoki
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