They watched their opportunities, and
wherever an arm or a head showed itself, it became a target for
their rifles. Sometimes they missed, but oftener they found their
mark, and they knew that they had put at least five of their
enemies out of the fighting. But the odds were still enormous, and
with every moment the Germans were drawing closer. Soon they would
be near enough for a concerted rush from all sides at once.
"It's coming soon now, fellows," Frank warned his comrades, "and
when it comes we want to jump out to meet it. We don't want to be
caught in this trench like rats in a trap. When I give the word,
let them have all you've got in your guns, and then we'll lay into
them with our knives and bayonets."
Several minutes passed and the enemy's fire died down. Soon it
ceased entirely and an ominous silence replaced the singing of the
bullets.
"Have they run out of ammunition, do you think?" Bart asked of
Frank.
"No such luck," was the answer. "They're getting ready for a rush.
On your toes now, and listen for the word."
One, two, three minutes passed. And then came the rush.
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