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the　country　for　fogs；　in　war…time。　The　cockneys　tell　me　the

London　fogs　aren't　a　patch　on　'em。〃



The　〃Here…We…Comes〃　were　encamped；　for　the　while；　at　the　edge　of

a　sector　from　whence　all　military　importance　had　recently　been

removed　by　a　convulsive　twist　of　a　hundred…mile　battle…front。　In

this　dull　hole…in…a…corner　the　new…arrived　rivets　were　in　process

of　welding　into　the　more　veteran　structure　of　the　mixed　regiment。



Not　a　quarter…mile　awayacross　No　Man's　Land　and　athwart　two

barriers　of　barbed　wirelay　a　series　of　German　trenches。　Now；　in

all　probability；　and　from　all　outward　signs；　the　occupants　of

this　boche　position　consisted　only　of　a　regiment　or　two　which　had

been　so　badly　cut　up；　in　a　foiled　drive；　as　to　need　a　month　of

non…exciting　routine　before　going　back　into　more　perilous

service。



Yet　the　commander　of　the　division　to　which　the　〃Here…We…Comes〃

were　attached　did　not　trust　to　probabilities　nor　to　outward

signs。　He　had　been　at　the　front　long　enough　to　realize　that　the

only　thing　likely　to　happen　was　the　thing　which　seemed

unlikeliest。　And　he　felt　a　morbid　curiosity　to　learn　more　about

the　personnel　of　those　dormant　German　trenches。



Wherefore　he　had　sent　an　order　that　a　handful　of　the　〃Here…We…

Comes〃　go　forth　into　No　Man's　Land；　on　the　first　favorable　night；

and　try　to　pick　up　a　boche　prisoner　or　two　for　questioning…

purposes。　A　scouring　of　the　doubly　wired　area　between　the　hostile

lines　might　readily　harvest　some　solitary　sentinel　or　some　other

man　on　special　duty；　or　even　the　occupants　of　a　listening…post。

And　the　division　commander　earnestly　desired　to　question　such

prisoner　or　prisoners。　The　fog　furnished　an　ideal　night　for　such

an　expedition。



Thus　it　was　that　a　very　young　lieutenant　and　Sergeant　Mahan　and

ten　privatesthe　lanky　Missourian　among　themwere　detailed　for

the　prisoner…seeking　job。　At　eleven　o'clock；　they　crept　over　the


top；　single　file。



It　was　a　night　wherein　a　hundred　searchlights　and　a　million　star…

…flares　would　not　have　made　more　impression　on　the　density　of　the

fog　than　would　the　striking　of　a　safety　match。　Yet　the　twelve

reconnoiterers　were　instructed　to　proceed　in　the　cautious　manner

customary　to　such　nocturnal　expeditions　into　No　Man's　Land。　They

moved　forward　at　the　lieutenant's　order；　tiptoeing　abreast；　some

twenty　feet　apart　from　one　another；　and　advancing　in　three…foot

strides。　At　every　thirty　steps　the　entire　line　was　required　to

halt　and　to　reestablish　contactin　other　words；　to　〃dress〃　on

the　l　ieutenant；　who　was　at　the　extreme　right。



This　maneuver　was　more　time…wasting　and　less　simple　than　its

recital　would　imply。　For　in　the　dark；　unaccustomed　legs　are

liable　to　miscalculation　in　the　matter　of　length　of　stride；　even

when　shell…holes　and　other　inequalities　of　ground　do　not

complicate　the　calculations　still　further。　And　it　is　hard　to

maintain　a　perfectly　straight　line　when　moving　forward　through

choking　fog　and　over　scores　of　obstacles。



The　halts　for　realignment　consumed　much　time　and　caused　no　little

confusion。　Nervousness　began　to　encompass　the　Missouri　recruit。

He　was　as　brave　as　the　next　man。　But　there　is　something　creepy

about　walking　with　measured　tread　through　an　invisible　space；

with　no　sound　but　the　stealthy　pad…pad…pad　of　equally　hesitant

footsteps　twenty　feet　away　on　either　side。　The　Missourian　was

grateful　for　the　intervals　that　brought　the　men　into　mutual

contact；　as　the　eerie　march　continued。



The　first　line　of　barbed　wire　was　cut　and　passed。　Then　followed

an　endless　groping　progress　across　No　Man's　Land；　and　several

delays；　as　one　man　or　another　had　trouble　in　finding　contact　with

his　neighbor。



At　last　the　party　came　to　the　German　wires。　The　lieutenant　had

drawn　on　a　rubber　glove。　In　his　gloved　hand　he　grasped　a　strip　of

steel　which　he　held　in　front　of　him；　like　a　wand；　fanning　the　air

with　it。



As　he　came　to　the　entanglement；　he　probed　the　barbed　wire

carefully　with　his　wand；　watching　for　an　ensuing　spark。　For　the

Germans　more　than　once　had　been　known　to　electrify　their　wires；

with　fatal　results　to　luckless　prowlers。



These　wires；　to…night；　were　not　charged。　And；　with　pliers；　the

lieutenant　and　Mahan　started　to　cut　a　passageway　through　them。



As　the　very　first　strand　parted　under　his　pressure；　Mahan　laid

one　hand　warningly　on　the　lieutenant's　sleeve；　and　then　passed

the　same　prearranged　warning　down　the　line　to　the　left。



Silencemoveless；　tense；　sharply　listening　silencefollowed　his

motion。　Then　the　rest　of　the　party　heard　the　sound　which　Mahan's

keener　ears　had　caught　a　moment　earlierthe　thud　of　many

marching　feet。　Here　was　no　furtive　creeping；　as　when　the　twelve

Yankees　had　moved　along。　Rather　was　it　the　rhythmic　beat　of　at

least　a　hundred　pairs　of　shapeless　army　bootsperhaps　of　more。

The　unseen　marchers　were　moving　wordlessly；　but　with　no　effort　at

muffling　the　even　tread　of　their　multiple　feet。



〃They're　coming　this　way！〃　breathed　Sergeant　Mahan　almost　without

sound；　his　lips　close　to　the　excited　young　lieutenant's　ear。　〃And

they're　not　fifty　paces　off。　That　means　they're　boches。　So　near

the　German　wire；　our　men　would　either　be　crawling　or　else

charging；　not　marching！　It's　a　companymaybe　a　battalioncoming

back　from　a　reconnaissance；　and　making　for　a　gap　in　their　own

wire　some　where　near　here。　If　we　lay　low　there's　an　off　chance

they　may　pass　us　by。〃



Without　awaiting　the　lieutenant's　order；　Mahan　passed　along　the

signal　for　every　man　to　drop　to　earth　and　lie　there。　He　all　but

forced　the　eagerly　gesticulating　lieutenant　to　the　ground。



On　came　the　swinging　tread　of　the　Germans。　Mahan；　listening

breathlessly；　tried　to　gauge　the　distance　and　the　direction。　He

figured；　presently；　that　the　break　the　Germans　had　made　in　their

wire　could　be　only　a　few　yards　below　the　spot　where　he　and　the

lieutenant　had　been　at　work　with　the　pliers。　Thus　the　intruders；

from　their　present　course；　must　inevitably　pass　very　close　to　the

prostrate　Americansso　close；　perhaps；　as　to　brush　against　the

nearest　of　them；　or　even　to　step　on　one　or　more　of　the　crouching

figures。



Mahan　whispered　to　the　man　on　his　immediate　left；　the　rookie　from

Missouri：



〃Edge　closer　to　the　wireclose　as　you　can　wiggle；　and　lie　flat。

Pass　on　the　word。〃



The　Missourian　obeyed。　Before　writhing　his　long　body　forward

against　the　bristly　mass　of　wire　he　passed　the　instructions　on　to

the　man　at　his　own　left。



But　his　nerves　were　at　breaking…point。



It　had　been　bad　enough　to　crawl　through　the　blind　fog；　with　the

ghostly　steps　of　his　comrades　pattering　softly　at　either　side　of

him。　But　it　was　a　thousand　times　harder　to　lie　helpless　here；　in

the　choking　fog　and　on　the　soaked　ground；　while　countless　enemies

were　bearing　down；　unseen；　upon　him；　on　one　side；　and　an

impenetrable　wire　cut　off　his　retreat　on　the　other。



The　Missourian　had　let　his　imagination　begin　to　work；　always　a

mistake　in　a　private　soldier。　He　was　visualizing　the　moment　when

this　tramping　German　force　should　become　aware　of　the　presence　of

their　puny　foes　and　should　slaughter　them　against　the　merciless

wires。　It　would　not　be　a　fair　stand…up　fight；　this　murder…rush　of

hundreds　of　men　against　twelve　who　were　penned　in　and　could　not

maneuver　nor　escape。　And　the　thought　of　it　was　doing　queer　things

to　the　rookie's　overwrought　nerves。



Having　passed　the　word　to　creep　closer　to　the　wires；　he　began　to

execute　the　order　in　person；　with　no　delay　at　all。　But　he　was　a

fraction　of　a　second　too　late。　The　Germans　were　moving　in　hike…

formation　with　〃points〃　thrown　out　in　advance　to　either　sidea

〃point〃　being　a　private　soldier　who；　for　scouting　and　other

purposes；　marches　at　some　distance　from　the　main　body。



The　point；　ahead　of　the　platoon；　had　swerved　too　far　to　the　left；

in　the　blacknessan　error　that　would　infallibly　have　brought　him

up　against　the　wires；　with　considerable　force；　in　another　two

steps。　But　the　Missourian　was　between　him　and　the　wires。　And　the

point's　heavy…shod　foot　came　down；　heel　first；　on　the　back　of　the

rookie's　out…groping　hand。　Such　a　crushing　impact；　on　the

hand…back；　is　one　of　the　most　agonizing　minor　injuries　a　man　can

sustain。　And　this　fact　the　Missourian　discovered　with　great

suddenness。



His　too…taut　nerves　forced　from　his　throat　a　yell　that　split　the

deathly　stillness　with　an　ear…piercing　vehemence。　He　sprang　to

his　feet；　forgetful　of　orders　intent　only　on　thrusting　his

bayonet　through　the　Hun　who　had　caused　such　acute　torture　to　his

hand。　Half　way　up；　the　rookie's　feet　went　out　from　under　him　in

the　slimy　mud。　He　caromed　against　the　point；　then　fell　headlong。



The　German；　doubtless　thinking　he　had　stumbled　upon　a　single

stray　American　scout；　whirled　his　own　rifle　aloft；　to　dash　out

the　brains　of　his　luckless　foe。　But　before　the　upflung　butt　could

descend；before　the　rookie　could　rise　or　dodge；the　point　added

his　quota　to　the　rude　breaking　of　the　night's　silence。　He

screamed　in　panic　terror；　dropped　his　brandished　gun　and　reeled

backward；　clawing　at　his　own　throat。



For　out　of　the　eerie　darkness；　something　had　launched　itself　at

himsomething　silent　and　terrible；　that　had　flown　to　the

Missourian's　aid。　Down　with　a　crash　went　the　German；　on　his　back。

He　rolled　against　the　Missourian；　who　promptly　sought　to　grapple

with　him。



But　even　as　he　clawed　for　the　German；　the　rookie's　nerves　wrung

from　him　a　second　yellthis　time　less　of　rage　than　of　horror。



〃Sufferin'　cats！〃　he　bellowed。　〃Why　didn't　anybody　ever　tell　me

Germans　was　covered　with　fur　instead　of　clothes？〃



The　boche　platoon　was　no　longer　striding　along　in　hike…

formation。　It　was　broken　up　into　masses　of　wildly　running　men；

all　of　them　bearing　down　upon　the　place　whence　issued　this

ungodly　racket　and　turmoil。　Stumbling；　reeling；　blindly　falling

and　rising　again；　they　came　on。



Some　one　among　them　loosed　a　rifle…shot　in