send me an
even break
against
one of
those Hun
machinegunners
some day!
If--"Again
Mahan
failed to
finish his
train of
thought.
He stared
open-mouthed
up the
hill.
Almost at
the very
summit,
within a
rod or two
of the
point
where the
crest
would
intervene
between
him and
his foes,
Bruce
whirled in
mid-air
and fell
prone. The
fast-following
swaths of
machine-gun
bullets
had not
reached
him. But
another
German
enemy had.
From
behind a
heap of
offal, on
