The Germans are plucky
enough when they fight in numbers."
The Army Boys looked carefully to their rifles and loosened their
knives in their sheaths. Then by a common impulse they shook hands
all around. Nothing was said, but each knew what was in the hearts
of the others. They felt that they were in for a fight to the
death, and with the heavy odds against them it looked as though
none of them would come out alive.
But the expected rush did not come.
"Can't be that they've given it up, do you think?" asked Tom,
after five minutes had passed.
"Nothing like that," replied Frank. "They're holding a big pow-wow
about something."
As he spoke, a figure detached itself from the crowd and came
towards them, waving a white handkerchief attached to a stick.
"The white flag!" exclaimed Frank. "They're going to invite us to
surrender."
"You know what Whittlesey told them in the Argonne when they tried
the same thing on the lost battalion," remarked Bart.
"We'll tell them the same thing, only a little more politely,"
Frank assured him with a grin.
The man approached until he was about fifty feet distant, and then
stood there, waving the flag and by gestures inviting the
defenders to come out and meet him.
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