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Quickly the Gridley Troopers Obeyed the Bugle Call. Frontispieco


In the Battle for New York OR Uncle Sam's Boys in the Desperate Struggle for the Metropolis By H. IRVING HANCOCK Author of The Invasion of the United States, At the Defense of Pittsburgh, Making the Last Stand for Old Glory, etc. Illustrated P H I L A D E L P H I A HENRYALTEMUS COMPANY




CONTENTS CHAPTER p .AGE !. SETTING THE ROAD TRAP .........•.••• • , . • • • • . 7 II. ON THE CAVALRY SKIRMISH LINE ..•.••. • .••..... 26 III. THE W .AR GAME WAXES W .ARM. • • • • • • • • • . . • . . . . . 42 IV. GUNNING FOR THE GERMAN "Bran". . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 55 V. A LULL AFTER THE STORM. . . . . . . . . . . . • . . . . . . . . . 64 VI. FLYING WITH THE SUICIDE BIRD .... .........•... 74 VII. THE UNIFORM THAT TURNED TO Ara ... .........• 83 VIII. NEW YORK DURING THE SIEGE ........ ........... 94 IX. SERVING AT "FORT EXTERMINATION" ••.•..•.....• 106 X . MAJOR SCOTT GETS .A NOTION ........••.•.•..... 116 XI. THE NEWS F.ttOM CANADA .....•..•.•..•..••..••• 124 XII. THE YELL WITH THE STEEL ..................... 134 XIII. IN THE TIDES OF DEATH ........................ 145 XIV. BERT FINDS NEWS AT THE REAR .••.•••••••••••. • 151 XV. TROUBLE ACROSS THE RIVER ..••.•••••••••••••... 162 XVI. THE ERRAN D OF MYSTERY ....•••••••••••••.... 172 XVII. IN THE JERSEY EARTHQUAKES ......••••••..•.... 180 XVIII. THE STRANGEST OF ALL BATTLES .......••••.•... 190 XIX. THE PLOT THAT BERT HATCHED ....••• , •••.••. . 198 XX. SERGEANT KELLY'S JOLT ........••••••••••.... 210 XX!. STAGGERI NG NEWS FOR UNCLE SAM'S BOYS .•.... 219 XXII. THE MOVE INTO THE NIGHT ....••...•.••.•.... 228 XXIII. THE NEW GOAL IN SIGHT ......•...•.••••.••... 239 XXIV. CONCLUSION .•..•••••••••.••••••••••••••••.•.•. 248


In the Battle for New York CHAPTER I SETTING THE ROAD TRAP "THIS time we 're going to do something!'' Cadet Captain Bert Howard declared enthusiastically, as he stood on the solid earth behind the line of trench and watched the last defensive touches being made to a masterpiece of fortification work. "I hope so," assented Captain Dick Prescott, of the Regular Army, though it was no ticeable that he spoke with less enthusiasm. Having a most respectful regard for the opinion of that fine young West Pointer, Captain Bert's face f!'lll. ''Don't you believe that we can beat off the Germans in fine style this time 1'' he asked anxiously. ''There can be no telling until the test comes,'' Prescott rejoined thoughtfully. ''One can form a fairly correct estimate of what our American force of its present size can do-but 7


8 IN THE BATTLE who is to estimate what the Germans can do? Who knows their strength or their other resources 1'' "I wonder if a million of any soldiers in the world could get over these magnificent defenses,'' Bert went on, though less enthusi astically. "A million soldi ers ought to get over these def ens es," Prescott continu e d. "It would depend upon the men, of course, and how well they were supplied with fighting tools. We know something about the Germans from experience-eh, Howard T And we know, too, that they come in overwh e lming numbers and that they are lavishly provided with all the en gines and munitions of war. The y are good men, too, thoroughly traine d, while many of the Americans who are to help def end New York City are men who have never been in action up to the present minute.'' ''I always believed our American men to be the best fighting men on earth,'' Bert went on. ''I can't imagine on what you based your estimate," Dick Prescott laughed quietly. ''The plain fact is that, in our whole history, up to this present German invasion, the United States has never fought a first-class war with out the help of allies. You start, but isn't it true? What first-class war did we ever fight


FOR NEW YORK 9 alonef Great Britain is the only first-class nation we have ever fought. Military students show us that we would have lost the War of the Revolution if France hadn't sent an army and a fleet to help us at the critical moment. We fought Great Britain again in 1812, but at that time the British were tied up in the wars of Europe against the vaulting ambitions of Na poleon. We have fought Mexico and Spain; are they first-class powers 1 You may point to our Civil War, but that was between two sec tions of the United States, and both North and South committed some very costly blunders that did not redound to our credit as soldiers. Now, for the first time, in this year of 1920, we are engaged in a war with a first-class power, and you know the result thus far. Thirty-eight thousand of our men, broken and shattered, were hurled back through Massachusetts and Connecticut, and only fourteen thousand men of that Army remain to tell the tale. We are now a part of a much larger army, but undoubt edly the Germans who will soon attack us are at least three times as numerous as we are, and are ten times as well provided with the tools for fighting.'' ''Then we're going to be whipped again, here at New York City, are we1" demanded Captain Bert Howard. ''This seemingly magnifi-


10 IN THE BATTLE cent army of ours, which, at the word, will leap into these miles and miles of splendid trenches, is to be beaten, and must feel fortunate if it can find a chance to escape 1 Though set here to def end the City of New York, we are going to lose this city to the enemy, as we did Bos- • ton?" "We are not going to be thrashed in advance!" cried Captain Prescott, the light of strong resolve showing in his steady eyes. "We're not going to be whipped until the Germans prove to us that we 're whipped. Yet, sooner or later, New York is going to fall into the enemy's hands. Howard, this great country of ours is going to be mighty fortunate if it isn't all taken by the Germans. This country of ours is the finest natural empire in the world, but in the end, for all we can see to-day, the Germans are going to take, and keep, as much of the United States as they wish-even to the whole of it." ''Yet, in the interior of this country, according to general report,'' the cadet captain argued, "we have more than two million young men enrolled, and others are flocking to the recruiting offices. There is no thought, thus far, of drafting men, for there is no need of it. Men are only too eager to rush to the colors. And our more than two million volunteers are ex.


FOR NEW YORK 11 elusive of the other volunteers who are drilling on the Canadian border, the Mexican bor-der and on the Pacific Coast.'' ' ''And for the two million men how many infantry . rifles have we?'' Dick inquired coolly. "We have more than a hundred thousand rifles with this army around New York. have a hundred and fifty thousand rifles in the hands of our men drilling on the Mexican border. We have three hundred thousand rifles on the Coast, and a hundred and fifty thousand at the training camps near the Canadian border. Then we must consider that we have lost nearly forty thousand rifles in action. When this war began we had more than a million rifles in this country. But now we haven't three hundred thousand left for the use of the two million troops training in the interior." ''But we are making more, and can make still more rifles." Bert's tone s _ ounded fairly pleading. ''True,'' Pre scott nodded. ''The machinery from the Watertown and Springfield arsenals, and from most of the N e w England munition plants was dismantled and shipped by rail to interior points before the Germans came along. Yet, now that Germany has swept our fleet from the sea, she can send more troops here every month than we can arm men to


12 IN THE BATTLE contend with her," he ended with a sigh. "It all sounds mighty bad, then, for the United States, doesn't Bert asked. "It does," affirmed Prescott. " The time to prepare is not now, in 1920. We should have been preparing, day and night, ever since 1914. Y e t during 1915 and 1916 what did we True, in '16 Congress made some large appropriations for guns and munitions, and then the people settled back, satisfied. As soon as the money was appropriated we f elt that we were indeed ready for war. So every man went about his business, satisfied that at last we were secure. Now, that we are actually at war with a first-class power, we find that power better prepared than we are. Let's not talk about it any more, Bert. The things that we can think of are the very things that make any good American sick at heart in this day of reckoning ! '' Readers of the previous volume of this series, ''THE INVASION OF THE UNITED STATES,'' know all that happened in the initial efforts of the American Army to drive out the German invaders; how all of our flee t that was avail able, met the German war fleet and was sunk or scattered as so many hopeless wrecks; how, despite the heroic efforts of Boston's defend ers, an army made up of Regulars, National


FOR NEW YORK 13 Guardsmen, volunteers and some high school cadets, the Germans captured Boston, then marched through Massachusetts, down into Connecticut and on toward New York, driving before them and shattering the little army sent hastily to protect Massachusetts from invasion. Our readers are also aware that Gridley, one of the f e w American towns where patriotic spirit and patriotic intelligence always flour-ished side by side, sent its troop of high school cadets, under Captain Bert Howard, to the front; how a few hundred other Gridley High School boys, left behind, drilled incessantly to make up the losses that battle brought to the troop. Though playing a minor part, of course, in the defense of Massachusetts, Captain Bert and his Gridley boys had done their work as thoroughly as they knew how. They had fought in the trenches, they had done scouting duty, had served as cavalry outposts, and had at all times won and kept the regard of the well-trained American Regulars. The Gridley boys had been, for the most part, attached to the battalion of the Thirty-eighth U. S. Infantry to which Dick Prescott and his chum, Greg Holmes, belonged. At the defense of Boston, Prescott and Holmes had served as first lieutenants. Now, owing to the deaths in


14 IN THE BATTLE battle of all their superiors, both had been appointed captains in the United States Army. And Prescott, as the ranking captain with his battalion, commanded the four companies. General Carleton, their commander in the former campaign, was now, second in command New York, his ranking officer, General Hood, commanding the forces now heavily intrenched near New York. In a general way it may be stated that .the line of defenses ran from a point just north of Yonkers, in a somewhat southeasterly direc tion, to Long Island Sound, a distance of about twenty miles . This was the first line of de fenses. There were other strongly in trenched lines, extending south, down to and into the Bronx and nearby country. From Yonkers down to the Battery, in New York City, one form of fortification or another, according to the lay of the land, had been made ready. East of Brooklyn there were intrenched positions. Thanks to General Carleton's magnificent work in Massachusetts, even against over whelming odds, the d ef enders of New York had had time to make better preparation than had b een the case in the old Bay State. Genera l Hood had be e n able to concentrate, near Gotham, an army of a trifle over a hundred thousand men. These were made up of about


FOR NEW YORK 15 thirty thousand Regulars, some fifty thousand National Guardsmen and twenty thousand other volunteers who were considered as having had enough training to be entrusted with a part of the line of defense. One clever bit of work by the Americans had considerably hampered the German invaders, who had counted upon commandeering the motor vehicles of Massachusetts and Connecti cut. But these vehicles, both trucks and pleasure cars, had been seized by the United States Government, almost without exception, and had been hustled far away from the invaders. In addition to Hood's own hundred thousand men, General Carleton's shattered army, arriving in motor vehicles, with what was left of their equipment, had cheered the hearts of the New Yorkers. The Long Island defenses, those along the Sound and along the North River, were manned by detachments of soldiers, but the great masses of our troops had been thrown into the trenches north of Yonkers. Back of our lines thousands of motor vehicles waited to rush soldiers at nearly express train speed to any of the other defenses where they might prove to be needed. At New York City> ferry boats, motor boats and other power craft, had been assembled for the purpose of transport-


16 IN THE BATTLE ing troops swiftly to Brooklyn and Long Island at need. Should the German fleet attempt to reach New York by water our harbor fortifica tions were depended upon as a first line of re sistance. On the very day that Prescott and Bert Howard were discussing the chances of winning against the Germans, the Mayor of New York assured his fellow citizens that it appeared im possible that the metropolis of the country should fall into the hands of the invaders. For some weeks these fine systems of trenches had been under construction . General Hood's gradually assembling army had done muvh of the work, but some three hundred thousand impressed laborers from New York had also toiled hard. ''The thing that I don't like about this,'' Bert w en t on presently, "is that we've been put in the reserves. I had hoped that we would be out in the first line.'' ''General Hood's own troops are very jeal ous of the exciting times we had in Massachusetts,'' Prescott explained smiling ly. ''They have been clamoring for their full share of service.'' "But we've fought the Germans before, and know their tactics and antics better," Bert de clared.


FOR NEW YORK 17 "Due allowance has to be made for the jeal ousy of troops,'' Dick continued. ' So we 're back in the reserves. But cheer up, Bert. After the :fighting has begun there will be so many casualties that there will be an abund ance of room for us in the first-line :fighting.'' ''The Germans are certainly taking their time about reaching New York,'' remarked Captain Bert, after a few moments. "They do not seem to be in a hurry to fight more Americans.'' "They'll fight us, all right, when they're ready, my lroy," broke 'in Captain Greg Holmes, strolling up behind them. "But it isn't like the Germans to fight until they are ready. Think of their problems. In the first place, we didn't leave them any motor wagon transportation. They are using horses, and anything in the draft line they can find. They are also rebuilding the railways that we de stroyed, so they can bring up their huge siege guns and their biggest mortars, with scores of trainloads of ammunition. And then, again, we ran off all our railway rolling stock that we could. The Germans are slowly coming for ward with a great army and enormous masses of equipment. Why, the food for the German army would congest the service of a double track railway! If we hadn't shoyed just about 2-2 Conquest.


18 IN THE BATTLE all the transport in New England out of their clutches, the G ermans would have been here, and fighting, a week ago. As it is, they will be here mighty soon.'' ''There comes Tom Reade's aeroplane now!" cried Prescott, who, having unslung his . field glas ses and held them to his eyes, was now gazing long and steadily in the direction of Connecticut. ''If he reports directly to General Carleton, as I believe he will, the n it won't be long before we may expect to know all that good old Tom is able to tell us.'' Events moved so quickly that there was no time to wait for Reade's report. Within two minutes after the airship had made her landing a staff officer galloped over from General Carleton's headquarters, barely a quarter of a mile distant. "Cadet Captain Howard 1" he shouted in quiringly, at the same time noting the broad, yellow, cavalry officer's stripe that edged the saddle cloth on Bert's horse, tied fifty feet away. "He re, sir!" reported the Gridl e y boy, stepping forward. " Captain," the staff officer rattled on, "you will assemble, mount and l ead your troop with all possible speed to a point on the turnpike about one mile north of Yonkers, and there re-


FOR NEW YORK 19 port to Colonel Bandry, Twenty-first Cavalry." "Very good, sir. " Then the staff officer, recognizing Dick Prescott as an old-time classmate at West Point, nodded and added, in a lower voice : ''Eight thousand German infantry, mounted on motorcycl es , are reported to have been seen within twenty miles of Yonkers ten minutes ago. They are approaching rapidly. Behind them are about four hundred autos and trucks, carrying probably three thousand more Germans. Several batteries mounted o n motors are traveling with the infantry. This is un doubtedly an advance detachm en t of a much larger German Army, but General Carleton, with the approval of General Hood, hopes to wipe out this advance detachment before the main body of the enemy has time to arrive.'' This Bert heard, though not by dallying to listen. The words came to him as he started to race to his horse. The instant he was in the saddle he put spurs to the horse, and went gal-)oping away. As he rode, he heard the whir of an aero plane over his head, and glanced up to see the familiar outlines of the machine operated by Reade and Hazelton as it once more started in the direction of the enemy. ''And the Germans were supposed to be be-


20 IN THE BATTLE tween forty and fifty miles away,'' Bert murmured to himself as he rode. ''In these days of applied gasoline, armies move fast.'' Down in a little hollow Bert came in sight of the camp of his troop. Through the night, shelter tents had been in position, but right after reveille that morning Bert had ordered the ''dog tents'' taken do\\711, and now each of the Gridley troopers had his tent-half folded in with his blanket roll. While he was still too far away to make his voice heard, Bert made signs with one hand at his mouth to show that he wanted the troop bugl e r. That young soldi e r sprang to his feet, bugle unslung, waiting orders. "Blow the assembly, and then for the troop to stand to horse!'' shouted the young cadet captain. Instantly the bugle's clear notes rang on the air. All was commotion at the picket lin e s, after each trooper had slung on his lmapsac k and blanket roll. Quickly the troop had fallen in. Bert rode along the line, taking rapid note of the fact that every man was ready for instant work. "What is7" asked First Lieutenant Joe wright. ''Practice 7 '' "Germans!" was Captain Howard's terse reply. As soon as fours had been counted, Bert


FOR NEW YORK 21 held up his hand, indicating complete silence .. ''Men,'' he shouted, ''a German detachment is reported advancing upon Yonkers. We are ordered to ride fast and to report to the commanding officer of the Twenty-first Cavalry. There is rough but good American work ahead of you. Those who have not been in action before have only to remember that the greatest efficiency as well as the greatest safety will be found in every trooper promptly and uncon cernedly obeying the orders that come to him. Lieutenant Wright, lead the troop out toward the turnpike road. I am going to watch the troop go past. Increase to a trot as soon as practicable. Speed is the word, Lieutenant." At the word of command from young Wright the bugl e sounded the orders. Falling into col umns of fours the Gridley boys rode along. Once the formation had been achieved, the bugle sounded the short call for the trot. Bert surveyed his new troop with a good deal of pride not unmixed with anxiety. • For it was a new troop. Only a handful of' the original troop had survived the Massachusetts and Connecticut campaigns. The survivors of the old troop were now sergeants or corporals. All of the privates were boys well trained at the Gridley school camp, but wholly


22 IN THE BATTLE ignorant of actual warfare. Two second lieutenants had perished in the former campaign. Serg e ant. Bob Potter had be e n promoted and now rode with the. second platoon, the third se c ond lieutenant the troop had known within 1 a f e w w ee ks. With the n e w men the troop was n ow one hundre d and twenty strong, exclusive of the thre e office rs. Boom! sounded a ahe ad, and then others join e d in the sharp c horus. Most of the n e w Gridl e y b oy s gaze d ahead ea gerly as, they r ode at a trot. A few look e d d e cid e dly thought ful , instead, for all r e alized that the fighting around N e w York had opened. But Captain Howard was happy in the discov ery that not on e of the untrie d troopers looked as if he wish e d h e were not there. "They 'll fight!" h e told himself. "If we're turne d l o ose, there'll be a few Germans biting _ the dust for us ! " Sat isfi e d with his men, Bert spurre d hi:s h orse , r eac h ing the head of the troop. D espite the in tre nching, there were still a f e w roads l eft op e n. At the moment of n ee d, dynamite would be employed to continue the trench lines across these roads. S e v eral minute s later the Gridley cadet troo p, moving still at a trot, though there had


FOR NEW YORK 23 been brief intervals of riding at a walk, rode past the outermost lin e of trench es to the che ers of the infantrymen standing on the :firing b enches within . k:i. ds ! '' came an approving y e ll. "You 're going to have the first brush with the enem y . Give him all he wants-and more!" A quarter of a mil e beyond the m lay the rearmost platoons of the T wen t y -first Cavalry, the men sitting keenly a l ert in saddle. To the rear of the center of these platoons were Colo n e l Bandry and two troop officers . "Halt the troop, Lieutenant, but k ee p the formation," Bert ordered, as he set spurs to his own horse and moved across the at a rocking gallop. Nearing the colonel, he drew rein, dismounted and saluted. ''Cadet Captain Howard, directed to report with the Gridley cadet troop, sir," he an nounc e d . "You are in time, Captain," returned the grizzled old colonel of horse as he returne d the salute. "Mount, and the n I can b etter show you what I wish you to do.'' "Very good, sir," Bert answered, saluting after he had leaped into saddle . ''Captain Howard, you see the road, bordered by willows, about four hundred yards to the right of this position 1


24 IN THE BATTLE ''You will take that road northward, throwing out the first platoon of your troop in line of skirmishers, and keeping the road as the center of your line. Follow with the second platoon within supporting distance. Follow that road for a distance of two miles, unless you come sooner within sight or touch of the enemy. In any event, do not go further than two miles, unless on receipt of orders from my self. When you have traversed the two miles, if permitted to do so, then halt and dispose of your men according to circumstances. Your object is to get in touch with the Germans when they com e up. You will fire into them, or retrea t without firing, as your judgment dictates, unless more explicit orders arrive from me. Re member that your main purpose is to get in touch with the enemy, then to fall back. Above all, Captain"-this with a good-humored smile at the youthful, eager face-" bear. in mind that you are not to attempt to fight a general en gagement with one troop of cavalry. That is all, Captain. '' Saluting, Bert wheeled his horse, riding back, and, as he went, indicating the direction to Lieutenant Joe wright. The youthful captain met his troop on the way to the road, and so well was the movement carried out that Colonel :Bandry murmured to Adjutant Cleaves:


FOR NEW YORK 25 "That youngster handles his men a good deal like a veteran. '' "He is a veteran, sir, if the New England campaign, after three years' home training, can make him one.'' Before the troop reached the road indicat ed, Bert had explained the plan to both his lieutenants. Therefore, just as the Gridley boys reached the road, Joe Wright's platoon spread out in line of skirmishers, while Second Lieutenant Bob Potter l ed the second platoon three hundred yards to the rear. Bert rode in the middle of the road with Wright. "It's nasty business, having to sully a beautiful day like this with fighting!'' grumbled Wright. "Why can't fighting be put off until the bleak and dismal days come? Any kind of killing seems like murder on one of Nature's most smiling days ! '' "You won.'t think that when German bullets begin to rain around you, and the festive shrapnel goes bang! over your head,'' Bert smiled grimly. "It always does roil a fellow," grumbled Joe, "to have a lot of strangers shooting at him as though they wished him real harm.'' The clatter of horses' hoofs made it impos sible for Bert to hear the buzz of approaching motorcycles. Yet presently the sight of a thin


26 IN THE BATTLE cloud of dust above the tree tops ahead caught his practiced eye . ''There are the enemy, Joe!'' Bert called to his friend. "No bugle. Pass the word to halt the troop.'' Like lightning the word sped down the lin e on both flanks. The young troopers slowed their horses to a walk, then watched for the raised saber of the first lieutenant. In the meantime an orderly had spurred back to signal the oncoming platoon to halt. Bert looked about him with evident enJoyment. "Joe ! " he muttered. "If we 're quick enough and smart enough, I think we shall be able to show the enemy something.'' Both young officers raced to carry out their plan, while other orderli es dashed back to Potter's platoon. With almost incredible swiftness the stage was set . CHAPTER II ON THE CAVALRY SKIRMISH LINE HIS eyes keenly studying the road ahead, a German sergeant whizzed by on a motorcycle. Behind him, by twos, fol lowed two corporals and eighteen pri-


FOR NEW YORK 27 vates, all similarly mounted. These men constituted a "point," a little advance party devoted to death in order that the larger body of men moving behind them might not run into an ambush. Past the first platoon rode this German point, without catching sight of a single youngster of Gridley's first platoon. Bert and Joe had hidden their men, those out in the fields on each side of the road, lying in depressions in the ground, their trained horses lying flat also. On sped the point. Just then, over at their left, American firing sounded . German troops, moving on parallel road, had run into Colonel Bandry 's main command. Just in the nick of time came the firing, for, though the alert German sergeant raised his hand to stop his own command, they had already reached the Grid ley second command . Out of the dust-covered road swished con cealed ropes. Against these the first half dozen motorcycles went down in a heap, others following and piling up. Bob Potter, automatic pistol in hand, rose and gave the order to fire. It was over in a few seconds. Not a soldier of the enemy point survived to tell the tale. An instant later, following his captain's previous orders, Potter mounted his platoon,


28 IN THE BATTLE deployed it into line of skirmishers and raced away to the northward, quickly coming up with the first platoon. By this time the firing became general over a breadth of two or three miles, a noisy testi mony to the exactly-timed m ove m ents of the German troops, who, on all roads , had reached the same gen eral lin e at about the s a m e time. But no more Germans c a me inune diately. Several of their points had be e n annihilated. The main bodies of soldiers now moved forward with great caution. Motorcycles aban don e d for the time being, they came forward as infantry, their rifles at ready against the first sign of American attack. The line having re-formed, with its support, the Gridl e y troopers again lay flat with their horses, rifles thrust forward over the animals' backs. As the German infantry deployed from the road Bert gave the word to the bugler, who blew the order to commence firing at will. Though the range was more than a thousand yards, several of the German infantrymen were seen to fall. For half a minute B ert allowed the firing to continue. No bugle could be heard n ow, above the din of firing. Word to ''cease firing'' was rapidly passed along the Gridley lin e , which almost instantly fell silent. Then the bugle's notes rose shrilly on the air, despite


FOR NEW YORK 29 the nois e of the rather distant German firing. To horse! The Gridley youngsters, having fulfilled their mission, rose, mounted, ' and, like a flash, wheeled and raced back, the skirmish lin e verging gradually toward the road on each side. Two of the Gridley boys pitched from saddle. Comrades reined up, dismounting in a rush. One of the fallen youngsters was dead; the other seriously wounded, was carried away by a comrade. Half a dozen more were hit by flying bullets, yet managed to keep their seats. Nor did Bob Potter propose to lose the motorcycl e trophies. As his platoon passed, a swift examination showed that only one of the machin es was badly damaged. Twenty troopers reach ed out for twenty extra bridles, while twenty other troopers mounted the captured motorcycles, starting them and riding them down the road through the lane made by the slower horsemen. Had the Germans, in force, chosen to pursue with moto rcycles, the entire Gridley troop could have been scooped in, but the German commander had no knowledge that he would not be ambushed in doing so. Overhead, covering a front of at least five miles, not less than five dozen American aircraft whirled and circled.


30 IN THE BATTLE The Germans, not having yet brought up their aircraft in any great number, did not care to risk useless slaughter of their aviators by send ing them forward that American air ' swarm. The quick cessation of German infantry fire everywhere along the front showed that Colon e l Bandry and any other skirmish c ommanders who might be in the field had achieved their purpose of getting in touch with the enemy, and had fall e n backward. The Gridley motorcycle riders were the first to gain the terrain just before the American ad vanc ed trenches. As Bert, at the head of the remainde r of his troop, rode out from behind the screen of willows, h e beheld the squadrons of the Twenty-first Cavalry riding into sight. ''So we must have followed the spirit of our orders exactly," Bert told Joe. "And a little better," grinned Joe, his gaze roving as far as he could see. "We brought in a score of German motorcycles. I don't see any others anywhere." As soon as the infantrymen in the trenches realized that the Gridley boys had brought in captured cycles they began to cheer, but this was quickly stopped by their officers. "You have captured some trophies, I observe,'' smiled Colonel Bandry, as Bert, leav-.


FOR NEW YORK 31 ing his advancing troop, rode over to report. "Yes, sir; I thought they might come in handy,'' Bert smiled back. ''I have also to report, sir, that we wiped out a point consisting of a sergeant and twenty men. We lost one man killed, sir, one badly wounded and a few others scratched." "Your work was well done, Captain Howard. You will now take that road over to your left, ride in past the trenches, then halt and dismount your men on the lower ground behind the third line of trenches. Get your men through as speedily as you can, and when you have done so report to me by military telephone.'' ''Did you tease the Germans on 1'' shouted three or four infantrymen as Bert rode past the outer line of trench. "We're in a hurry to see some of them.'' "Don't worry!" Bert smiled back grimly. "You'll see quite enough of the enemy before long!'' Reaching the spot indicated behind the third line of trenches, Bert dismounted his command, ordering the horses picketed, then ran on foot to the nearby telephone station, reporting his arrival to Colonel Bandry. "Remain where you are, awaiting orders, Captain," came the response.


32 IN THE BATTLE , There was th

FOR NEW YORK 33 Yet before that happened, new, stirring orders went dancing over the wires from General Hood's telephone heaaquarters. And then Bert was summoned to the nearest tele phone station. ''Captain Howard,'' sounded the voice of the Twenty-first Cavalry adjutant, "you are di rected to mount your troop and to report to Colonel Bandry at the same point, .and with all speed.'' ' ''Very good, sir!'' Hanging up the receiver, the cadet captain ran back to his troop as fast as he could go, making hand signals as he ran. As a result the Gridley boys secured their horses and were standing to horse by platoons as Captain Howard ran up and took over his horse from a mounted orderly. . In a twinkling the troop trotted out, struck the same road as before, and raced along to the indicated point. Already the men in the first line trenches had left their posts, followed by the supports in the second line trenches. These infantrymen, numbering several regiments in all, had advanced by rushes from their trenches to the edge of the woods where the enemy had attempted to take up position. Just as the Gridley boys came from the trench lines out upon the road beyond, the roar of the American batteries behind them began . . 3-2 Conquest.


34 IN THE BATTLE Shells screamed through the air, dropping ac curately into the woods where the driven-back Germans lay firing. Then began another roar. Thus far the German artillery had not been heard from. But by now the air overhead was dotted with swift flying aircraft of both armies. Many duels were in progress up among the clouds, but some of the enemy aircraft had succeeded in finding the American positions and signaling back the ranges. Fifty feet in advance of Captain Bert, as he rode at the head of his troop, a shell struck the ground, bursting into fragments. One of them hit a troop horse, crippling it and bringing its rider to the ground. "Steady, there!" yelled Joe Wright, as he saw three or four of the new arrivals from Gridley waver. ''This is business, not a picnic. Keep 'your seats and your heads!'' Slight as was the rebuke, it prevented any other Gridley boy from betraying nervousness just then. Bert spurred away from his troop, reporting to Colonel Bandry. ' "You will take your position on our right, Captain Howard, since you know that part of the country well,'' directed the cavalry com mander. Bert saluted Colonel Bandry.


FOR NEW YORK 35 The men of the Twenty-first Cavalry were lying on the ground, behind their prostrate horses. As Bert signaled his own troop where to go, and rode after them, watching them take their positions, dismounted and lying down, he had distant glimpses of other cavalry regiments rushing to the same extended front. From some invisible point to the rear observers were watching through field glasses and reporting to headquarters information of what was going on in advance of the American trenches. Several lines of insulate d t e lephone wire, hastily uncoiled, led to instruments at the front, where head-pieced operators lay flat, taking and sending messages. The work of the observers at the rear was thus r e inforced by direct reports from the present front. Suddenly orders came from headquarters. These were rapidly transmitted by flag-waving men of the Signal Corps. Up, troopers, and at it! At the same time orders had been wig wagged forward to the infantry at the edge of the woods. Rising, yelling, rushing, lying down and firing again, then rising and rushing forward with defiant yells, the American infantry charged. The troopers, now mounted and awaiting the next order, received it. Forward at a walk, swiftly changing to a trot, the cavalry brigade went, while the American bat-


.36 IN THE BATTLE teries at the rear of the trench lines thundered forth their share of the din of death. Doggedly the Germans in the woods hung to the ground, resisting. At just the right mo ment, and on order from headquarters some mil es to the rear, the long, undismayed infantry line rose, with bayonets fixed, dashing forward for the last grapple. Outnumbered, the Germans prepared to die where they lay or stood. The popping of rifle fire was incessant. The German artillerymen were now trying to locate the American batteries, which, SO far, the surviving German aviators had failed to do. But the American artillery fire was so deadly that the enemy was sorely pressed. And now, on order, the cheering infantry masses of Uncle Sam's boys parted to let the cavalry through. With a roar of thundering hoofs the cavalry dashed forward. At close quarters the troopers opened up with their automatic revolvers. The German infantry line tried vainly to hold on. Outnumbered as they were, it was more than human flesh could stand. As the German foot soldiers broke and rushed the American cavalry thundered on after them, using automatic and saber in a riot of bloodshed. So swiftly was the American cavalry charge made that four complete enemy batteries were


FOR NEW YORK 37 captured before the guns could be started rearward. As the supporting American infantry came up at a run, detachments of foot soldiers were detailed to take care of the German :field pieces. The cavalry swept on, with the infantry ever as close behind as possible. Riding recklessly through the retreating German infantrymen, slashing and shooting and receiving many a mortal wound in return, the cavalry was at last halted by order of the cavalry brigade commander and sent slowly back. Such of the German infantry as had not fallen into the hands of Uncle Sam's foot soldiers were now hemmed in by the close lines of the cavalry brigade. More than three thousand German soldiers were thus made prisoners. During this spirited action the Signal Corps nien had been kept busy unwinding reels of telephone wire. Now headquarters warned General Jaynes, divisional commander, that a second German force was rushing up on motor cycles and in automobiles. Jaynes was ordered to fall back slowly and in good order . . The infantry regiments, thereupon, dropped to the ground, letting the cavalry through with the prisoners and captured These were rushed to the rear with all dispatch. To the Gridley troop fell the honor of escorting


38 IN THE BATTLE back some three hundred German infantrymen. Many of the enemy had thrown away their rifles. Those that had been surrendered were now carried by cavalrymen. Overhead flew German aircraft; one could readily imagine them to be huge insects, buzzing angrily as their crews saw German prisoners being taken into the American camp. "I do not believe that the German artillery will fire on us,'' laughed Bert as he turned to Joe, who was wiping his perspiring face with his handkerchief. "If they do, they'll hit more Dutchmen than Yankees .'' As the cavalry came out of the woods, the re serves from the third line trenches, who had been hurried to the advanced trenches when the rush began, caught sight of the captives and sent up a resounding cheer. Down over the roads behind the trenches the prisoners and the captured guns were taken. At the spot where he had rested before, on the depressed ground, Bert was intercepted by a staff officer, who directed him to halt there, adding: "Captain Howard , you will detain your prisoners here, by orders of the brigade com mander, until an escort arrives to take your prisoners from you. You will take, from the officer commanding that escort, a receipt stat.


FOR NEW. YORK 39 ing the number of enlisted men, and also the numbers and ranks of the enemy officers. That receipt you will turn over to the adjutant of the Twenty-first Cavalry." Fifteen minutes later the new escort arrived. Bert turned over the prisoners as directed. Before afternoon that entire lot of three thousand German prisoners, taken on a :five-mile front, had been sent on to New York, thence shipped to New Jersey, and from there sent by trains to a point some hundreds of miles in the interior. "That looks like the machine of our friends, Reade and Hazelton," suggested Lieutenant Wright, just as Bert had sent a mounted orderly off .with his receipt for prisoners, as or dered. Joe pointed to a big aeroplane that had just alighted some three hundred yards south of them. ''If I'm wanted, rush word to me, Joe,'' begged Bert, then set spurs to his mount and galloped to the place where the aircraft rested. Hazelton, with the help of some soldiers, was endeavoring to repair the broken end of a "wing," while Reade stood by watching criti cally. "Had to come down for repairs," Tom ex plained rather moodily. ''Too bad, for we were having a dandy :fighting time up aloft. And we


40 IN THE BATTLE were as far as forty-five miles from here, hov ering over the Germans.'' ''Are they moving fast?'' Bert asked, slip_ping from saddle and throwing the bridle over one arm. ''Moving fast?'' echoed Tom Reade, with en thusiasm. ''Bert, my boy, within two hours the enemy will have all they want of everything at the front except cavalry. They can't ,get that here before to-morrow. But artillery! Within ten minutes you're likely to see siege gun shells dropping casually. By noon the Germans will have matters moving at a rate that will make the little old New England campaign look like a prohibition picnic!'' ''But where are the Germans getting such supplies?'' Bert asked curiously. ''My boy, ever since the enemy cleared our fleet off the seas they have be en sending over every kind of German steamship that could move fast enough. They've been landing men and supplies in enormous quantities every where along the Massachusetts coast. I am glad I didn't go more than forty-five miles from here ! If I had, I'm afraid I'd have seen enough Germans and enough enemy supply trains to discourage me from any belief that we AJould defend New York longer than overnight!"


FOR NEW YORK 41 Hardly had Tom Reade finished speaking when a new, terrific roar broke on the air. German siege guns, of not less than six-inch bore, began to hurl shells at the first and sec ond line trenches. "If they get the location of our masked batteries,'' predicted Tom glumly, ''we won't be able to bring our artillery forward to keep up anything like an effective gun answer!'' "I can see that it'll be wise for me to get back to my troop,'' declared Captain Bert Howard, mounting hastily and dashing away. Hardly had the Gridley boy regained his command when a telephoned order came for Bert to send back every fourth man with the horses, and to lead his remaining men, dis mounted, into the third line or reserve trench at a point designated. "Good!" muttered Wright, as the two youngsters marched at the head of the remaining three-fourths of the troop. ''Cavalry work is all right, when there is any to do, but now we 're going to serve as infantry and get our fill of work!" In which guess Joe was quite right.


42 IN THE BATTLE CHAPTER III THE WAR GAME WAXES WARM TO strengthen an infantry regiment, Bert Howard's boys were put on its ex treme right under command of Colonel Graves. In one respect these trenches were like the first line tre nches. That is, the trench ran in a straight l ine for :fifteen feet . . Then the trench turned, at right angles, for ' a distance of six feet, ran parallel with the main trench line for six feet, then returned to it. These squareshaped projections forward rendered it impos sible for an enemy, taking the trench at any point, to enfilade any real length of the trench by shooting down its line with machin e guns. The point of difference between the third line and first line trench was that the third was broader. The reserves, lying there, could stretch themselv es at full length upon the ground, when desired. This greater breadth made it possible to pass supplies along quickly. Line and communication trenches were about seven feet d eep . As Bert marched his men through the communication trench, non e could see anything but the enclosing dirt walls and


FOR NEW YORK 43 the. blue sky overhead. As they came out of the communication trench into the third line trench the dismounted young troopers saw the firing platforms of solidly banke d earth. Upon these they would stand if called upon to fire. ''Ease yourselves of all pack-everything but your ammunition belts,'' was the word Captain Howard sent along the line. "No man is to stand on the firing platform except by order. Lounge or lie down as you wish. If--" Boo-om! J ar-r-r ! Not twenty feet behind their tre nch a siege-gun shell fell, tearing out a crater of its own. Dirt, p e bbl e s and fragments of metal fell over the Gridley boys, though none was seriously hurt. ''If you wish,'' finished Bert, a grin spreading over his face, ''you may sleep until called upon.'' Under the circumstances a roar of laughter was the answer, met by a second siege shell exploding nearby with no more disastrous results. ''I wonder why we 're not using any thing heavier than mused Wright aloud. "I know that w e have heavy artillery on this line, and also plenty of ammunition for the big guns .'' "May I ask a question, broke in one of the boys recently from Gridley. "Yes," Joe assented.


44 IN THE BATTLE ''May I ask just how you know when field pieces are being used, and when the heavier artillery?'' ''Partly by the volume of noise,'' answered wright. "Then, besides the volume of sound, there is a difference in the character of the two noises. There goes a battery bf our field-pieces now. Do you observe that the noise is sharp, like a bark. Something about the noise, too, that suggests tin to you? The heavy artillery and the siege guns go off with a heavy, lower pitched, sullen boom! There goes a German siege gun now. Notice the sound?'' "Yes, sir." ' 'Now you know the noises of the two types of artillery," Joe went on. His explanation was not continuous, being interrupted by the arrival and explosion of shells in the neighbor hood. Whing-g-g-g ! came a shrill, whining noise. Bang! Bullets and scraps of flying metal filled the air. "That's shrapnel," Joe continued calmly. "Whenever you hear that 'whing' music tuning up, you know that something is going to burst overhead and you'll wish you had a steelplate umbrella. Do you know, Baker, when shells are generally used, a'.nd when shrapnel?'' "I don't believe I do, sir."


FOR NEW YORK 45 "Well, in general, shells are used in demol ishing fortifications, and shrapnel for using up men. But shells are used, too, against men in exposed positions.'' ''Travers was just hit by a shrapnel ball,'' reported a corporal, saluting as he passed the two young officers. ''Where is asked Joe, rising to his feet. ''In the section past the next transverse, sir,'' the corporal answered. "He's a new man," Joe continued. "I'll go and see if he and his comrades know how to put on a first-aid compress and bandage.'' It was five minutes before Lieutenant Joe returned to explain: "Travers had a scalp wound from a nasty, glancing blow by a shrapnel ball, Captain. 1 fixed up his head. He can walk, so I ordered him to go to the emergency hospital, for these scalp wounds are easily infected in trenches. He ought to be back in two or three days.'' "That was wise," Bert answered. "Thank you for sending him back.'' As Private Baker was in the section with these two officers he was soon ready with other questions. "Why didn't they send us out to try to cap ture another lot of the


46 IN THE BATTLE "Because," Bert r e pli ed, "the enemy are present in greater strength now, and reinforce ments are constantly arriving. If we charged again, we'd be likely to be pulled in ourselves. How would you like to be a prisoner of war, Baker''' "I believe I'd rather remain with my own side and fight, sir. I came here in the hope of seeing some fighting, you know.'' By this time the she lls did not often exp lode near at hand. The duel in the air still con tinued, and German Fokkers signaled the range so accurately that the unseen German artillery was able to deliver most of its shells and shrapnel at the first line of trenches. As a communication trench crossed the section in which the young officers l ay, Bert and Joe were soon able to see ambulance men with stretchers hurrying forward. After that there was a fairly constant stream of these stretcher bearers. Private Baker gazed on some of the wounded who were being thus carried back to the rear, and his face took on a very thoughtful look. "Does fighting look attractive to you, Baker?'' asked Bert, with a quizzical look. "No, sir, it doesn't," Baker answered frankly. ''Just the same I'm glad I'm here.'' "Why are you glad?"


FOR NEW YORK 47 ''Because this is men's work, and I like to feel that I am going to be able to display some of the elements of manhood.'' ''I'm going along the line to the left, to drop in on Potter,'' Bert announced, rising. But before he could start he was met by an orderly who handed him a slip of paper. "We're ordered to a position on the second line of trenches,'' Bert c=:>lained, after the orderly had hastened away. "They've sent some of the second line men to the first line on ac count of the casualties. Pass the word right and left, and we'll start through this communication trench. I'll lead the line, Lieutenant, and post it. You stay here to see to it that the men do not crowd in the communication trench. Keep them in as open formation as possible. Don't allow any crowding. If a shell drops in the trench it will be better to have only one man killed, rather than a dozen or a score.'' Joe summoned and dispatched two ser geants, one .to the right, the other to the left. Bert led the first few men through the com munication trench. This passageway, from line to line, followed a course of many bends, so that an enemy, capturing the first line, could not send a raking machine-gun fire after men retreating through the communication trenches. As far as rifle fire was conc erne d, the men fil-


48 IN THE BATTLE ing through this communication trench were absolutely safe, their only danger being from shell or shrapnel. As Captain Howard reached the second line trench he was in time to see its former occupants turning into the communication trench ahead, on their way to the first line. "Lieutenant, take your platoon to the left. Lead it, and see that you get in close touch with the command to your left. See that your men are posted at the proper intervals. As soon as the troop is through the trench, I will go down your platoon to the end." Joe was ordered to take his men to the right and post them. ''Remember, men,'' Bert called, as the different squads marched past him, "on the sec ond line you have no part in the fighting unless called into action by your officers. Let no man show his head above the parapet unless he has orders that make it necessary. The enemy's fire is fast and continuous, and highly danger ous to the man who shows his head.'' That last statement was almost superfluous . The angry hisses of thousands of rifle bullets could be heard as they fanned the air above the trench top. As soon as the last Gridley boy was through the communication trench Captain Bert started


FOR NEW YORK 49 down the line to the left, threading his way alternately through sections and transverses, as the bulging squares in front of the main line were called. At last he reached Lieutenant Potter and inquired: ''Do you touch closely on the left?'' "Yes, sir." "What command is on your left?" "I don't know, sir. I didn't understand that' I was expected to know.'' "It isn't absolutely necessary," Bert ad mitted. "Still, I always like to know whom we 're touching on both flanks.'' With that he passed on down the line to the left. Soon he encountered a mild surprise. When he asked a corporal of the Regulars . what command that was, the non-commissioned officer, saluting, responded: "One that you've often seen before, sir. Captain Prescott's battalion of the Thirtyeighth, sir." ''How far from here is Captain Prescott 1'' ''Sixth section to the left, sir.'' Bert hurried onward, soon presenting himself to that distinguished young Regular officer. "I've received no orders on the point, sir,,,. Bert asked, ''so can you tell me whether I'm once more under your command 1'' "If you've received no orders on the sub-4-2 Conquest.


50 IN THE BATTLE ject-and I haven't either-then I don't see how you can be under my orders,'' Pick Prescott replied. ''For that matter, in this transverse trench style of fighting, each captain commands a practically independent unit. The chaps back at headquarters know just where each unit is, and how to reach each unit leader by means of 'phone and orderlies. Captain Howard, you 're really under the direct command of the chief of staff for this division and corps." ''Just the same, sir, I wish we were under your orders,'' replied Bert. "It would make little difference, Howard. Really, though my authority extends over four companies of infantry, I shall see but little of most of my men as long as we remain in this trench. The sergeants, the corporalsthese are the real commanders, save when an order is telephoned from headquarters, such as an order to leap out of the trenches and charge.'' ''Charging would be exciting enough, with the rifle and artillery fire that is passing over and around us,'' comment e d B ert. ''And, if we showed ourselves,'' Prescott added dryly, "the enemy's machine guns would begin to sputter. Howard, when men charge in the face of well directed machine gun fire, it


FOR NEW YORK 51 is a marvel that any of them lives a minute afterward.'' Suddenly, judging by the violent explOsions at their right, it seemed as if the Gridley troop must be coming in for its fullest share of shell fire. "I think I will get back to my company,ir declared Bert. "It would be well," nodded Dick Prescott,. and Cadet Captain Howard felt that he deserved the slightly implied rebuke conveyed by the Regular's gravely courteous words. Nor had Bert passed more than two sections when he found his way barred by a cave-in of dirt caused by a heavy shell exploding there. Promptly these Regulars of Prescott's went to work with picks and shovels to remove the barrier. The soldiers paused, to see if the cadet officer wished to crawl over the top of the artificial embanJanen t. But Bert, who had learned that recklessness is not always cour age, did not expose himself to the enemy sharpshooters. He turned into a communication trench and thence hurried to his own section. ''Any of our fellows hit by shell fire 1'' was the first question he asked Joe. "No cases reported, sir," was the reply. "Then send a corporal along the line rapidly, to ascertain.''


52 IN THE BATTLE That was done. The corporal was gone for several minutes. When he returned he reported that he had found none of the Gridley troopers hit, though some had had their mouths and nostrils filled with flying dirt, and that he had been delayed by the necessity for debouching around two barricades caused by shellmade cave-ins. "Lieutenant Wright," Bert instantly di rected, ''detail a sergeant and six m e n . to go to the rear in search of shovels and picks. We are likely to need such implements if we wish to keep open communication with all the troop.'' As Bert turned he saw Private Baker regarding him earnestly. ''Any more questions, Baker 1'' smiled the cadet captain. "No, sir; but I was wishing that we could be permitted to use our carbines on the enemy.'' ''And shoot over our first-line 1'' queried Bert gravely. ''Then, if a man rose in the front trench he'd be in danger of receiving one of your bullets in the back of his head. Don't be impatient over what you consider in action. The truth is that, while we're not shooting, and not doing much of anything just now, none the less, we are doing our part. If the enemy attempts to charge, we are here to


FOR NEW YORK 53 receive him and make it as hot as possible for him. If the enemy didn't know that, he would have assaulted these advanced trenches an hour ago." ''This doesn't seem to you like real :fighting, does it, Baked" queried Lieutenant Joe good humoredly. "No, sir, it doesn't really," replied the new boy from Gridley. "I should say that we are letting the enemy do all the :fighting, and that we are doing all the hiding." "That is because we're in a ' second-line trench,'' explained Bert. ''If you were in the first line you'd see our fellows firing from time to time.'' Rut-tut-tut-tut! began a sharp volleying near them. It was as though an endless string of "devil crackers" had been set off close at hand. Almost instantly the noise was taken up by other strings of the same kind of crackers. "That's a group of Yankee machine guns an swering the German machine gun fire,'' Bert explained. "Why didn't we use them before, sid"' questioned Baker. "We didn't use them before because they didn't seem to be called for," answered Lieu tenant Wright. "What called our machine guns into action was probably some move on


54 IN THE BATTLE the part of the Germans that looked like an attempt to advance upon our trenches. There is nothing like a rattling machine gun fire, fan ning a whole line, to make soldiers want to get back.'' Baker fairly quivered. Then, suddenly, he ejaculated: "Great Scott! I've got to see what is going on!'' Before either cadet officer could divine what was in the young private 's mind, Baker had stepped up on the firing bench. Then, resting both hands on the earth above, he swiftly drew himself up over the parapet, lying on the open ground just before the trench. He was filled with a wild desire to gain a greater vision of the battle. ''The idiot!'' quivered Joe Wright, poising for a spring. But Captain Bert was ahead of him, bounding after the foolish young trooper. ''Back into the trench with you!''' Bert roared angrily, at the same time giving Baker a mighty shove backward. Another shove, and Bert had fairly thrust his trooper back into the trench. Lieutenant Joe promptly com pleted the work by sitting on Baker. "Let him up," ordered Bert quietly, as he regained the shelter of the trench. "Baker, you acted like a fool just now. You might have


FOR NEW YORK 55 cost the troop two lives. Give me your word instantly, that you won't expose yourself again without orders, or I shall send you back in arrest to the n earest provost station!'' "I-I promise, sir," Bake r a nswere d h e si tatingly, after a moment's r eflectio n. Suddenly the storm of shells and shrapne l began to arrive in a volum e t enfold greater than before. Di r t flew in all dire ctions. The ambulance m e n b egan to run with stretche rs. Though the first line trenche s were g etting the worst of it, it did not seem, eithe r, that the defenders of the second lin e could long survive this maelstrom of flying metal. ''The Germans must be preparing for a charge!" shouted Wright, making a trumpet of his hands. Then there followed an inde scribably dreadful explosion that rocked the earth. CHAPTER IV GUNNING FOR THE GERMAN "BIBD" To the northward clouds of dust and thou sands of tons of dirt rose so high that ev e n the young Gridl ey troope rs, c o n cealed in the second lin e tre nches, could witness the upheaval of war's volcanoes.


:56 IN THE BATTLE Branches, and even small trees, were hurled high, then feJl to earth. "It was the Germans who got rocked that time!'' called Bert Howard grimly. "It rattled three of my teeth loose," com mented Joe Wright. "Uncle Sam's boys have been at their old trick of mining," uttered Bert. "Our forces must have had that part of the country well mined with buried explosives and with buried wires leading back.'' "It's what the Germans get for attacking the country that leads the world in the production of dynamite and blasting powders,'' half chuckled Lieutenant Wright. Immediately following the explosion there had come a brief lull in the deafening noises of . battle, for as soon as the e nemy stopped :firin g to take account of stock the Americans ceased firing, too. ''There must be something big going on over there,'' surmised Bert, pointing to the sky to the northward, where some :fifty American airships could be seen trying frantically to 1_>ierce the German line of aircraft. The flyers of both -sides were :firing their machine guns rapidly. Even as the two cadet officers wat<;hed they -saw an American aeroplane, after a gallant :fight, turn sideways, crumple and fall, while


FOR NEW YORK 57 one of its occupants plunged below it, gomg head first to death: "Hurrah!" quivered the trooper. "There's the answer.'' Tom R e a de 's a eroplane , now known to all the army, darte d suddenly at one of the German airships that had ca used the trage dy. In a twinkling either R eade or H a z e lton h a d fired their machine gun s o effectively that the German craft fell helple s s t o earth. And the n another American aircraft was obs e rved to fall. "What I'd like to know," Bert continu e d, ''is the extent of the damage d o n e to the G e rmans and their po s ition by the min es.'' "I'm goin g to find out, sir!" crie d Corporal Hines, maki:q.g a sudden spring to gain the top of the parape t. "Call that man down!" ordered Cadet Captain Howard, and Joe did it most e ff e ctiv ely by seizing his ankl e s and g iving Hine s a downward yank that stretche d him fiat in the bottom of the trench. '' Co{p o ral, you should know better than to do that,'' Captain Bert rebuked the offend e r. "No man is allowed on the parapet except by order, and non-commissioned officers are ex pected to set examples to enlisted men. Don't repeat your offense, Corporal.''


58 IN THE BATTLE I Regaining his feet, Hines saluted, grmmng sheepishly. "I know it wasn't right, sir,', ' he admitted, "but there is no fire passing here, and I did want to see what happened.'' "We'll have to wait for information in the usual way," Bert reminded him. "You're not the only one in these trenches, Corporal, who is curious, and I don't wish the Gridley troop to be rebuked from brigade or division headquarters.'' For perhaps five minutes there came only oc casional, sputtering rifle fire from the Germans. Through the explosions the enemy had suffered a loss of some eight hundred inen kill e d and at least twenty-five hundred officers and so ldiers wounded. More, scores of ma chine guns had been hurled from their hidden positions, and most of these were now unfit for further service. Had the Americans intended to charge, it would have been an excellent moment. But to lose a large number of men through gallant, 'though purposeless, rushes was no part of General Hoqd 's present plan. ''Something big is going on among the Germans," declared Wright, again observing the 'stubborn battle in the air. "Something big is nearly always going on in


FOR NEW YORK 59 the German forces,'' Bert added. ''That is why we, who are so poorly equipped, have had to take so many trouncings from the enemy. We haven't a quarter enough materials; the Germans have so much fighting material that they can afford to be reckless with it." ''And they must count men simply as material,'' muttered Joe, as he beheld two more German airships crumple. "They have just lost two flyers, and there come a score more!'' Though the American airmen fought stub bornly, their fleet was now gradually driven back. ''Here is something for our fellows to do ! '' shouted Captain Howard, as he pointed to one German craft, flying lower than the others and heading toward the American trench line. ''Pass the word, right and left, that the Gridley troopers may fire at will on that craftshe 'slow enough. But wait until she's nearly over the trench.'' Running feet carried the message through the sections of trench. Gridley boys, tired of the inactivity, threw back their rifle bolts eagerly, yet with such good discipline that no premature shots were fired. "What's that flyer up Joe wondered. ''I'll tell you in five minutes from now,''


60 IN THE BATTLE smiled Bert, watching the flyer closely, his right hand unconsciously toying with the butt of his automatic revolver in its holster. As the German flyer came along, the men of the first lin e trenches opened fire with their rifles. The big machine quivered, but righted itself. Then something fell directly over the first line trench beneath. It shook out into a cloud of smoke. "A smoke bomb to give the range!" Bert ex claimed. ''Now then ! '' Instantly a score of carefully aimed cavalry carbines began to sputter from the Gridley trenches. ''Hurrah!'' Sieved by bullets, the range-finding enemy craft turned over, then came hurtling down to the ground, falling not more than fifty yards behind the Gridley trenches. Another wild cheer went up from the Grid ley troopers, while from the first line trenches came a lusty yell : "Good boys! That's the sport.'; Just for a moment Bert shared in the exulta tion, then his face sobered. ''Enemies or not, the men on that craft may be badly hurt and need attention. I'm going back to see if there is anything to be done. Corporal Hines, take two men and follow me.''


FOR NEW YORK 61 With that, Captain Howard started for the nearest communication trench, moving at a dog trot, which was the fastest speed practicable in following the bending lines of communication. Hines and the two troopers were swiftly at his heels. As Bert rounded a bend he found a broken wing of the fallen German aeroplane thrust into the trench ahead of him, barring the way. ''Henderson,'' he ordered one of the troopers,'' run to the nearest telephone and report this block to brigade headquarters. Then come back here.'' Bert knew that engineers would be sent, if lpossible, to clear away the obstruction. Standing as erect in the trench as he could, Howard shouted: "Is there any one who needs help1" ''Yes,'' came a voice, in excellent English, "but I am German." "Can you crawl Bert asked. ''No ; I am pinned down.'' "Call again, that I may locate your voice," Bert requested, and the voice answered him. "Corporal, give me a foot up, but don't show your own head until I order you to,'' Bert di rected . . Aided by Hines the young Gridley officer was soon on the ground above. The enemy's fire,


62 IN THE BATTLE though still persistent, was not heavy. Bert, as he obtained his first glimpse of the ground beyond, saw two German soldiers lying as still as though dead, and a third, who waved a hand feebly to him, was pinned under the wrecked aeroplane. "Have you strength to crawl out, if I ease the Bert inquired. ''Yes, I think so,'' replied the young Ger man, who was a lieutenant. It was now n ecessary for Bert to get upon his feet, b ending low. As he thus exposed him self, he heard the whine of German bullets about him. But he persevered in his humane work until he had raised the imprisoning girder high enough for the German officer to crawl slowly out . . Warned by the plunking of German bullets on the ground around him, the Gridley officer threw himself fiat. ''Can you Bert asked, wriggling up to the living German. "Yes, slowly." ''Can I help "I think not, thank you." Bert wriggled four or five yards over the ground until he reached the German, and was gallant enough to keep his own body toward the enemy's fire, thus offering the other some protection-a fact that the German lieutenant


FOR NEW YORK 63 was quick to note, though he only nodded his appreciation of Bert's gallantry. ''Corporal Hines! Private Lowe! Help this man down!" ordered the young captain. He lay beside the German until the other had been passed down into the trench, Henderson, who had just returned, aiding. Then Bert fairly rolled over into the trench. It was not too soon, either, for just as he rolled to cover a bullet carried his sombrero away, while a missing lock of hair showed how close it had come to his skull. ''I am heartily glad that you were not hit, sir," said the German lieutenant. ''So am I,'' laughed Bert. ''But where were you injured that you had to crawl 1'' By way of reply the German pointed to a spreading bloodstain on his left trousers leg below the thigh. ''A bullet went through the bone,'' he ex plained. "It happened just before we turned and fell." "It must be a Gridley bullet then," murmured Bert. ''Private Henderson, you return to the 'phone and notify the ambulance corps that there is a wounded German here." "I took the liberty of doing that, sir," Henderson answered. "Then I commend you," was answer.


64 IN THE BATTLE Ambulance men and engineers arrived al most at the same mem e nt. . By that time Hines had finished applying a compress and an as eptic bandage to the young e n emy's wound. "I shall hop e to meet you again, sir," sai d the G e rman, h oldin g out a hand afte r he had b ee n placed on the stretch e r. "I am Lie11tenant H elmuth.'' "I am Cad e t Captain Howard." "You are a brave man and a gallant officer, sir. I salut e you." ''Good luck to you, li eutenant!'' The instant the stre tcher men had starte d away a sergeant and a d e tachment of e ngine ers began the work of removing the blocking win g of the fallen flyer from the tre nch. Captain Howard and his men returned to their post t o await the discovery of what new move the Ger mans were preparing to make. CHAPTERV A LULL AFTER THE STORM NOR was the word long in coming. Hardly had Bert and his three troopers reached their position wh e n a sullen roar shook the earth to the northward. "Siege guns!" shouted Joe to his captain.


FOR NEW YORK 65 ''No ; mortars ! '' Bert called back as he hastened to the sound of the flying shells in the air. "Ugh! Waugh!" sputtered Joe, almost strangling, then coughing and spitting, for, just as h e opened his mouth to speak, a drive of dirt came over the parapet, filling it. For a full minute Joe was busy with getting the particles of dirt out of his mouth. From two sections b e low came a corporal t

66 IN THE BATTLE positions. A minute later the mortar bombardment began again. "It looks as if the enemy meant to do the charging, in'.stead of inviting it,'' shouted Joe Wright once more, but had it no _ t been for the motions of his lips Howard could not have caught the words. The din was deafening. Added to the metallic babel came the shriek of American shells, passing over the trenches and landing among the enemy. ''The Germans may charge,'' Bert answered, when there came a moment in which he could make himself heard, "but I'm very certain they won't enjoy themselves. Beyond a doubt we're standing over well-laid mines of dyna mite. The enemy know that if they get into these trenches they 're likely to go skyward in a hurry. They won't soon forget the mining that they got a little while ago, or the mines that General Carleton laid for them in Massa chusetts. '' Though it was a dangerous place to be, and though shells striking near occasionally gave excitement, on the whole the Gridley troopers felt dull and bored. Held in support, they were taking no part in the :fighting, nor could they see aught that happened, save when the air' fleets pursued or retreated overhead. Hence it was a relief when, an hour later, a company


FOR NEW YORK 67 of stalwart Wisconsin militiamen came filing into the Gridley trenches. ''General Hood has been able to bring up the division that belongs here,'' reported a young militia lieutenant. "We're to take your places here. Your orders will doubtless soon arrive.'' And arrive they did, within five minutes, in the person of a staff officer who strode up to give Prescott his orders, then hurried to the left to find Bert. ''Captain Howard, you will withdraw your men at once, falling in in the rear of the nearest company of Prescott's battalion, which is now filing out. Until you receive other orders you will take them from Captain Prescott. It was your troop, General Carleton understands, which brought down an enemy flyer. The general sends you his thanks for the service.'' Bert flushed with pleasure, but promptly transmitted the withdrawal order the length of his drawn-out troop. When D Company of Prescott's battalion had passed into two com munication trenches, Bert followed at the h ead of his troop, Lieutenant Wright bringing up the rear to look after those who might be killed or wounded on the way out. But the passage of the troop was made without casualty. Two miles behind the line Prescott's route l e d him


68 IN THE BATTLE out of the communication trenches into the open. Every man, as he came up on top of the earth, cast an almost unconscious look to the northward, but nothing could be seen there on account of the trees. Nor could much be seen of the nearby city of Yonkers. A mile further on the Gridley troop reached its mounts and the young troopers who had been detailed to take care of the animals. "You will mount your men, Captain, and fol low us," Captain Dick Prescott ordered. "We are to halt n ear General Carleton's headquarters, but you are to keep on until you reach there . Your troop will remain, for the present, as a part of the General's escort." Twenty minutes more of marching at a slow ;walk brought Prescott to his halting place. "You know your orders, Captain Howard," Dick called to the young Gridley . cavalryman. Saluting, Bert rode on, still walking the horses on account of the shortness of the distance . Carleton's headquarters, indicated by the divisional flag, were in a country house surrounded by grounds, several acres in ex tent. On the lawn were several tents and from some of these ran telephone and t elegrap h wires. Two troops of Regular cavalry had their horses picketed in the grounds. Halting his troop in the grounds, just off a


FOR NEW YORK 69 driveway, Bert rode forward followed by an orderly, to whom he tossed his bridle as he dismounted in front of the house. Directed to a room just inside the entrance, Bert entered, saluted and reported to the chief of staff for the division. "You will picket your troops to the east of the house, Captain," came the order. "Do not allow any of your men leave, but let them have all the rest and comfort they can find within the grounds. That is all.'' "Very good, sir." Bert strode outside, mounted and trotted over to rejoin his command. The troop, after moving to its position, was drawn up into platoons. Bert quickly stated the orders. and dismissed the troop, the two lieutenants superintending the work of picketing the horses. Casting aside his belt, with saber, revolver and ammunitiqn, he seated himself in the shade of one of the many trees, gazing musingly toward the northward. From here the incessant roar of the battle was carried plainly to the young captain's ears, and it was here that Wright joined him on his return. "We're non-combatants, and almost civilians, once more,'' laughed Joe, as he stretched himself on the cool grass in the gratifying shade. ''Yet I really wish we were back in


70 IN THE BATTLE the tre nches. Here we are doing nothing.'' ''A soldier is always doing something when he takes the station assigned to him," Bert an swered as Second Lieutenant Potter came over and joined them . "It's a r elie f, at least, to be able to talk without splitting one's throat." "I'd rather be in action," Joe grumbled. ''At l eas t being at the firing line serves to pass the time away.'' "Some f e llows can manage to pass .the time away even when they're at the rear," retorted Bert, pointing to a score or more of young troopers who had thrown the mselves on the grass under the trees, their hats over their fac es . They were sound asleep. ''Sleep ing is better than doing nothing,'' Joe assented, but at that instant half of the sleeping troopers began to scramble to their feet, for a terrific roar had shaken the ground. ''That sounded like the best the Germans eould do in the way of a mortar concert, combined with the setting off of a few hundred tons of dynamite," Joe cried, leaping eagerly to his feet. "Are you tall enough to s ee what has hapsmiled Bert, still reclining, propped on on e e lbow. ''No, but I can make myself tall enough by


FOR NEW YORK 71 climbing this tree, if I have your permission,'' Wright replied. ''Go ahead!'' Lieutenant Potter looked as if he, too, would like to shin the tree, but after an instant he sat down on the grass again. Joe mounted rapidly to the topmost branche s, whipping out his field glasses. ''I can't see a thing-can't even make out our own trenches,'' he reported presently. ''Too many trees in the way.'' ''Just what I expected,'' nodded Bert. ''Our being sent back here must have been a hint to us no.t to be too curious.'' With this remark he drew a small volume from a pocket of his coat and began to read. However, Captain Pre scott, coming from headquarters' building jus t as Wright's feet touched the ground, brought them the news. "Word just came over the wires," Prescott announc e d, as h e s eate d himself by the three Gridl ey bo y s, "that the G ermans are moving up hosts of big guns, and throwin g them into action. So orders went forward to touch off some new mines. We kill e d a number of Germans with the n e w blasts.'' "Have w e more min e s still in r e . serve, sir?" asked Bob P otte r eag e rly. ''I didn't think to ask,'' r e pli e d Prescott, so


72 IN THE BATTLE dryly that all three Gridley boys laughed heartily. Of course a captain of infantry would not inquire as to the commanding general's re maining resources, and Bob saw the point. ''But I can tell you some real news,'' Dick went on, ''though it isn't likely to surprise you greatly. The reports of our aiTmen are to the effect that the enemy appears to be bringing up unlimited supplies, guns without number, and that even fifty miles away there are seemingly endless columns of German troops marching forward. It looks as if our hundred-and-odd thousand men were going to be trampled under foot by the Germans. And I heard to-day that our spy service in and around Boston reports that ships are arriving daily with more troops and more munitions. Despite the ready re sponse to the American call to arms the prospects of our saving anything that the enemy wants seem far from bright. We lost at least ten precious years that should have been spent in preparing against just such a war as this.'' ''Whew! Look at the speed put on by Reade and Hazelton!" exclaimed Captain Prescott, a few moments later, just as Captain Greg Holmes sauntered up. "That pair are in some hurry or they'd never burn gasoline at that rate.''


FOR NEW YORK 73 There could be no mistaking Tom Reade's car. On the lower surface of each wing appeared the national emblem, set in a square of white, surrounded by red. It was the only American car so painted. The glaring colors made it known wherever it could be For weeks the Germans had learned to hate and dread Reade'l:l aeroplane. Their gunners tried for it wherever it appeared; German airmen rushed at it at every opportunity, but so far the flyer seemed to bear a charmed life. ''The suicide bird,'' the American soldiers had nicknamed it. "Reporting here at headquarters," observed Captain Holmes, as he saw the aeroplane make a graceful, downward swoop. Two minutes later the "suicide bird" rested on the ground and Reade and Hazelton were seen running up the steps and into the headquarters building. Immediately after that an orderly came running out and across the lawn to where the two West Pointers and the three young Gridley cavalry officers were seated. "Captain Howard!" hailed the orderly, sa luting. ''Here,'' answered Bert, rising and return ing the salute. "Report to General Carleton at once, sir!"


74 IN THE BATTLE CHAPTER VI FLYING WITH THE SUICIDE BIRD PAUSING onl y lon g e nough to adjust his dis carde d accou t r e m e nts, Bert strode rapidly to h eadq uarters. Inside, an or derly pilot e d him, l e a d in g him to the door of the room in which G e n eral Carl e ton and his staff were seated. B e for e the G eneral's desk stood Reade and Hazelton, who moved slightly aside to make room as Bert approached and saluted. "Captain," asked the General, "have you had any further machine gun experience since you flew b e for e with Reade and "I haven't serv e d a machine gun in battle, sir, but I've take n a machine gun to pieces several tim e s and insp e cted its parts. I've cl eane d su c h a gun se v eral time s, have made r epairs and have l earne d all I c o uld about the mech a ni sm, sir," Howard r epli e d. ''You've had actual in s truction in assem bling the parts of a mac hin e gun and in making quick r epairs 1" G e n e r a l Car l e ton pre ssed. ''Yes, sir,'' and B ert gave the names of officers who had taught him. "I comm end y ou, Cap t a in, for trying to learn


FOR NEW YORK 75 new duties in your spare time," General Carleton said kindly but briskly. "We have lost sev..: eral machines and aviators to-day and are now pressed for men. Mr. R eade n ee ds an additional man with him on his next flight, and has . suggested you. Do you feel competent to handle a machine gun in such brisk air fighting as to-day has ''I believe I can, sir,'' Bert replied confi dently. At a nod from the divisional commander a staff officer present put several searching questions to young Howard in rapid succession. Bert answered them correctly. "Captain, you will turn your troop over temporarily to the next in command, and go with Mr. Reade, obeying his orders as a subordinate," was General Carleton's decision. ''Thank you, General,'' was Bert's response. Realizing that the interview was ended, Bert saluted and withdrew, hastening to the porch and beckoning to Joe \V right, who hurried over. To him Bert stated the news. ''So you 're going up with the 'suicide bird,' Bert 1'' cried Joe, almost enviously. ''I surely congratulate you.'' Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton appeared at this moment and Bert wheeled and walked away with them to the place where the aero-


76 IN THE BATTLE plane stood. The great flyer with her daring crew was soon climbing toward the clouds. "We're on unusual duty now," Hazelton con fided to the Gridley boy, "or this chance wouldn't have come to you. Tom is going to pilot the machine as usual, while you stand by the gun. That is generally my job, but on this trip I'm to work our special camera-the same long-rang e affair that was used for making the photos of the naval battle-for pictures of the German columns moving forward.'' Dashing along at dizzying speed the flyer was almost at once over the American trenches at the front. Bert could get only glimpses of what was going on below, for he had to keep his senses alert against any enemy flyer that might attempt to close in for battle. Now they were out over the German attacking forces. At :first sight of the famous American aeroplane several German Fokkers rose swiftly. Harry Hazelton, glancing backward and sideways, chuckled. ''We have an escort of something like forty craft," he observed to Bert . . "The Germans will have to send up more aircraft, or back down.'' Briefly Tom slowed down the speed of the machine to give the supporting American flyers time to catch up with his own powerful airship.


FOR NEW YORK 77 From the ground below, back of the German :fighting front, several aircraft guns opened fire. Shells burst all around the flyer, but Tom's unemotional response was to circle and sail higher. "Give 'em a few rounds, whenever you see a chance,'' Tom called back over his shoulder. The big flyer being equipped for shooting vertically downward, Bert waited until he thought he saw a good chance to open fire on the enemy. They were passing beyond the reach of the aircraft guns now, but presently a brigade of German infantry was sighted marching slowly toward the front. R-r-r-rip ! The machine gun spoke. Reade steered their course so as to keep directly over the marching column. Several tiny :figures were seen to fall out of the column. Hazelton, after making two photos of the brigade, snatched up field glasses and watched. "You 're making plenty of hits, Howard!" he cheered. Then the brigade was passed, but behind it came a long line of lumbering transport vehicles, for, owing to the American plan of withdrawing all privately owned cars in ad vance of the coming of the Germans, the enemy was light on motor transport. R-r-r-r-rip ! Still the machine gun its tantalizing work.


78 IN THE BATTLE "My, but this is lik e stealing pennies from an infant!" exclaim e d Harry Hazelton. "What has b e com e of the G erman Glancing backward, through field glasses, he read the answ e r. The G erman aviators had be e n caught napping. Ove rwhelmed by the rush of the American e scort the e n emy aviators had be e n drive n off. Haze lton photo graphe d t he l ong transport column, the n a brigade o f cavalry and two brigades of infantry. As the l atte r marched on parallel roads R eade had to los e some time from direct flight in orde r to photograph them. Next, most important of all in the way of news, came an artillery division. Bert and Hazelton counted more than sixty h eavy siege guns and fully two hundred mortars of large calib e r. '' Gracious, but they are go in g to line our trenches with shells!" s hiv ered the young Gridl e y captain. ''And there is still more artillery coming over the hill beyond," adde d Harry. V ery soon the ''suicide bird'' was s ailing over the next artillery division. The n ca m e an ammunition train more than t w o mil es long and covering two roads. Afte r that two divisions of infantry and sev eral cavalry regiments. "It looks as if all Germany were on the roads


FOR NEW YORK 79 under us ! " muttered Harry Hazelton. "It's a mighty good thing that not every one in the American army can see this sight.'' For sev enty miles behind the German front Reade cruised, most of the time at high speed. Not until that distance had been covered did there seem to be any end to the German forces marching to capture New York. "Oh, for an airship that could carry a six inch gun ! '' groaned Reade. ''I never used to feel vengeful about anything, butI'd give the remainder of my life to be able to annihilate the columns of Germans we've passed over this afternoon.'' ''These photos will show something when they're developed," murmured Harry Hazel ton. "It looks as if the American army might as well begin its retreat at once." ''Two German airships ahead,'' reported Howard suddenly. , ''As we've reached the end of the German columns,'' suggest e d Tom dryly, ''we may as well round out the job by dropping the two en emy flyers. Are you ready, Howard 1'' ''Ready for a shot as soon as we ge t close enough for one,'' Bert responded promptly, caressing the belt he had just placed in the gun. ''That one to the right!'' clicked Tom, throwing on twice as much speed with the foot


80 I N THE BATTLE controls. "Let 'em have it as soon as yo u get within range. " As soon as the German birdman found the big aeroplane approaching he tried to soar higher. But Reade quickly beat him at that. In a twinkling Reade was on a higher air level, turning his machine so that Howard could train the machine gun to the best advantage. ''Open up!'' roared Tom . . As Bert let fly the enemy craft answered the fire. That German birdman knew how to shoot. Bullets tore through the planes. S everal struck close to the engines. Two or three bullets, well placed, would be enough to send the huge Yankee flyer to the ground and these three passengers on the "suicide bird" would be out of the war for good and all. But after the first few seconds the fire came less accurate . The Gernian gunner did not serve less well, but Reade , with a dexterity born of long practice, drove his craft in such irregular, zig-zag lines that it was impossible to hit him unless by sheer luck. "Right over him b efore he can rise!" Reade yelled, and soared. The German, too, soared, but Reade had the better of it. Within a minute and a half the ''suicide bird'' was directly over the other craft at not more than five hundred feet more altitude.


FOR NEW YORK 81-"Let him have it now!" roared Tom. Bert'&' answer was the first shot of a thunder and lightning fusilade. Pierced through and through, the German aircraft turned half over, then dropped to the earth below. No soonerhad he made sure of the fate of this enemy than Tom swerved and went after the other craft. The man in charge of the surviving enemy flyer was game enough. Challenged, he turned and came straight forward, his machine gun talking hysterically. There was a contest . to fly over each other. Tom won, and Bert's capable marksmanship soon sent the second craft to join the first. "Last two in that string down!" yelled Reade. "Set 'em up in the other alley!" The purpose of the cruise was now accom plished. Reade swung around, heading southward. Hazelton had an amazing collection of photographs, and it was time to return and de velop them for the information of the American commander. For fifty miles their course was unimpeded. They passed again over the marching enemy columns. Every now and then Tom called to Captain Howard to turn a beltful of cartridges loose on the enemy underneath. Surely the enemy marchers were . sorely harried that late afternoon. 6-2 Conquest.


82 IN THE BATTLE It was when the "suicide bird" was within twenty mil e s of the fighting front that Harry Haze lton, sweeping the sk y with his field glasse s, utte r e d a sudd e n e xclamation. ''Now we 're in for it!'' h e utte red, causing B ert Howard, busy cleaning the machine gun, to spring up and look. 'Vhat h e s a w was e nough to c o nvince him that the end of the world was at hand for the Ame ric a n trio. On the oth e r sid e of a forest a mil e away the air was sudd e nly dotte d with at l east a score of G erma n craft, many of them swi f t Fokkers, that plainly had lain in wait for this opportun ity. Higher they soared, and n earer they came, though flying in erratic, zig-zag lin es. Even at that distance these alert enemies began firing briskly with their machine guns. "It's my fault!" roared Tom Reade, as he crowded on more speed and began to zig-zag until the big airship must have looked like some huge, intoxicated thing. "Your repeated Haze lton. "Why?" "I shouldn't have attempted the direct course back," Tom confess e d. ''It would have been easy to sail directly east over the ocean, thence around to New York's back door. We're done for, and you have my sincerest apologies, f ellows.''


FOR NEW YORK 83 "Bosh!" answered Hazelton :flippantly. "We've had our run of luck, and we knew that we had to get ours some day. We've had a big time in the last few weeks and can take our medicine now." Bert Howard, having slammed in a new belt of ammunition, tautened himself over his gun. as he cried: "Mr. Reade, if you'll handle this craft so that I can get in a few volleys we can at least have some good company on our dive to. death!" CHAPTER VII THE UNIFORM THAT TURNED TO AIR "-I 'LL give you a chance at a few of 'em yet, Howard, before we get ours!'' Tom Reade yelled back enthusiastically. "And, fellows, since we're in for it, anyway, . I've a proposition to make, if you're both game for it. It's this: That we don't turn out of our course, but make up our minds to keep right on toward New York in a straight line regardless of what happens to us." ''Done!'' assented Howard and Hazelton in the same breath, though Bert added: "But please swerve just enough, Mr. Reade,


.84 IN THE BATTLE to give me a fair chance with this gun and we'll go down, shooting all the way!'' "Howard," hinted Harry, "you don't need that automatic of yours in your belt." "No; do you want iU" "I can use it at close quarters." Bert, with one hand, unfastened his belt, passing it to Hazelton. The latter examined it and the two extra magazines that the belt contained. Then he laid out his own revolver .and extra magazines. "That craft just to the left!" shouted back Reade over his shoulder as he swerved slightly. Not a bit unwilling was the enemy craft for the conflict. It drove straight ahead, shooting as it came. The hum of bullets was in the air, yet Howard was so busy with his own plans that he had hardly time to realize his own peril. R-r-r-rip ! Faster than he had fired it be fore, Bert drove the gun. Tom Reade, traveling now !lt top speed, was able suddenly to dart up over the oncoming craft, which could not be maneuvered so swiftly. Bert was obliged to depress the Bang! bang! bang I Only two or three feet from his ear one of the auto matics was discharging rapidly. There was no telling whose marksmanship it was, but before the enemy craft passed under


FOR NEW YORK 85' ' them one German airman had plunged to earth,. while the other lay gasping on the platform, and the machine, out of control, soon fluttered, turned and went down to destruction. ''One!'' clicked Reade, as Hazelton reported the news. ''Dead ahead for the next one!'' Alert, trembling with expectancy, Hazelton, a fresh magazine in one of the automatics, waited until he should find himself in range. Not so with Howard; that young cadet officer, crouching over his piece, opened fire as soon as he made out an enemy to be attacked. "Two! Hurrah!" yelled Reade, as the sec ond enemy suddenly crumpled. First came a puff of smoke from a gasoline engine, struck in its vitals. Then flame leaped forth as the wounded birdship, deprived of motor power,. sank blazing to the earth far below. ''You didn't give me a show, Howard!'' cried Hazelton. ''Did you want demanded Bert. ''No ; have all the fun you can.'' ''Killing others isn't fun,'' choked the cadet captain, as a gust of powder fumes filled his mouth and throat. " 'Safety first , . is about the best justification that can be found for this form of sport.'' Some of the German craft had been safely passed now; not one of them was c

86 IN THE BATTLE wheeling and returning to the chase, though three or four essayed it, only to fall behind . . Tom Reade had in his craft the most powerful , engines on the continent for air service. But now three German flyers ahead made a -0oncerted rush for this daring, terrible AmerL .can. Shooting as they came, and with fine accuracy, they drove a whirlwind of bullets around and through the American airship, which at times quivered slightly from the im pact. Hazelton, despite his bull-dog courage, found it profitable to kneel in order to make a less distinct mark of himself. Bert was now trying new tactics, based on his brief experience . He aimed as carefully as he could at the engines of the enemy. When he could not see them he judged their location, which was not difficult. Hence one of the trio blew up, took fire, turned over and went down to destruction. Within three seconds Howard had sWun.g the muzzle of his . piece in order to reach for the vitals of another enemy. His scheme was suc Cessful. Two enemy machines destroyed, only -0ne of the trio survived to come near the dreaded American . In order to silence that one, Reade, at the proper instant, sought swiftly a higher altitude, Bert depressing the gun sufficiently, while Hazelton, at the instant


FOR NEW YORK 87 of coming in range, turned loose with the auto matic. This car they did not destroy, but they si lenced her. As she went past, underneath, it could be seen that the pilot was making for earth. "We'll let her go," said Reade, when in formed. ''Our game was only to save our selves. We're not out to commit murder on a helpless foe." One more airship came at them-a larger, stronger, swifter craft than any of the others. ''Hold your gun on an even keel,'' ordered Tom dryly. ."We'll go straight for her, and the better crowd will survive.'' For the space of nearly a minute Bert Howard found himself under a heavier fire of bullets than he had yet experienced. They whistled incessantly around Reade and Hazel ton, too, until it seemed more than marvelous that any of them remained unscathed. Tom supposed that Bert was shooting at the German officer aboard this enemy bird, but Howard stuck steadfastly to his own plan of shooting only for the flyer's vitals. ''There she goes-down and out!'' yelled Reade. ''Next!'' That there would be many "nexts" in case the American flyer survived over the many


$8 IN THE BATTLE miles yet to be sailed there could be no doubt. But Harry Hazelton, loving strategy as much . as fighting, bent forward to shout in his chum's .ear: "Up about two thousand feet, Tom, and you'll strike that long cloud. The wind is blowing nearly in the direction that we're traveling. That cloud looks like a bully cur tain. What do you say" "Worth trying," appraised Reade, after a . quick glance upwa. rd. Circling, he swung up to meet the cloud. Soon they were traveling in it, nable to see the earth below, and therefore unlikely to be seen from the ground. Enveloped in the cloud, which carried much rain in it, and in the higher altitude; the three birdmen soon found themselves shivermg. Hazelton opened a chest, handing out a long, rough overcoat to Howard, who gladly put it on. Hazelton next equipped himself with one, then relieved his chum at the wheel. T om, exercising his cramped fingers, was glad to stand up, but he made a quick dive for the chest, enveloping himself also in a coat. Harry was now forced to steer partly by guess and partly by compass. Darkness came on, but still the powerful engines chugged and racketed, until, from below, came a greater :roar.


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90 IN THE BATTLE "We're passing over the German firing line," Reade decided. "The heavy artillery is directly below us. Next we'll be going over the infantry front; then into our own lines. Unless we have bad luck, we're good as safely landed and eating supper.'' Presently, from the sounds underneath, the three birdmen knew that they were crossing the American line. Immediately Hazelton shut off much of the speed, dropping until they could see the earth. The aeroplane showed no lights, for such might prove markers for German artillery men. Reade, a night glass to his eyes, directed Hazelton to descend, and the flyer landed on nearly the spot from which it had started. Just as they landed Prescott, Holmes and Joe Wright ran up to greet them. Discar9-ing his coat Bert Howard stepped down from the plane. ' ''Pardon me, Captain,'' bantered Joe Wright, "but do you feel that you are really fit to appear in the company of ''Really, your appearance is hardly presentable, Captain Howard,'' added Prescott, but he spoke good-humor e dly. Bert began looking over his attire in aston ishment. His uniform hung about him in tatters. Up in the f'ln nds he had been so absorbed


, FOR NEW YORK 91 in his work as to be unaware of this fact, and the overcoat had covered the defects in his ap pearance. "I'd like to know what did that to me," muttered Bert. ''Bullets,'' said Tom Reade dryly. ''I've had a dozen uniforms shot away from me to date, and Hazelton grumbles that it costs him more for new clothes than our generous government pays him." "I didn't realize that the bullets came so close to me as that,'' Bert Howard ejaculated. "I never saw but one other man's clothing shot up as yours has been,'' said Dick Prescott. "That was once in the Philippines, when a scout ran two miles back to us, unde.r fire the whole way, and about a quarter of a mile of the distance past an ambuscade. That man had several scratches on his body, and probably you have too. If you don't mind, we had better take you to a shower bath out at the garage be longing to this house. You can strip there, and we can look you over, and plaster you up if you need it. You have another uniform?'' "Yes; wherever our truck is with the troop baggage.'' "I took the liberty of looking it up by 'phone and ordering it here, sir," accounted Lieutenant Joe, not forgetting, in making an official re-


92 IN THE BATTLE report, to straighten himself up and salute. ''Very good, Lieutenant,'' was the cadet captain's response. "If you will have two of the men take my box over' to the garage, I shall go there at once and make a change." At this moment an orderly, saluting the company of officers, delivered this message: "Colonel Barlow has ordered dinner for the gentlemen from this airship. He wishes to know at what time you will be ready.'' "Will forty-five minutes from now be agree able to the Colonel T '' asked Reade. "Colo nel Barlow's instructions leave the dinner hour to your pleasure, sir,'' came from the orderly. "In forty-five minutes then T" "Yes. Are Captains Prescott and Holmes included in the invitation T" "Colonel Barlow will be glad to entertain any friends you may ask,'' was the response. Accordingly the party repaired to the shower bath. Bert, on stripping, proved to have the marks of six bullets on his skin. Two of them had left only bruises; the other four had drawn blood. "Boy," nodded Prescott affectionately, "you may truly claim to have had your baptism of fire. It's a wonder you 're alive!" Bert quickly took his shower and then a few pieces of court plaster were deftly applied to


FOR NEW YORK 93 his wounds by Prescott and Holmes. The cadet captain then drew on a fresh uniform. Reade and Hazelton were soon ready, after which the party set out for the headquarters build ing. In a special dining-room at the rear of the house Colonel Barlow welcomed the young officers and aviators. As the Colonel was chief of the flying service with the Army of New York, he took a special interest in all that related to him. Hazelton had brought in the films for which the trip had been undertaken. Colonel Barlow sent for an officer to whom he turned over the films with instructions to de velop and make prints of them at once. Then the dinner proceeded. Colonel Barlow heard, with great interest, the account of the journey and of the exciting battles in the air. ''General Hood will wish prints from the films at the earliest moment, and will also wish to question one of you,'' the Colonel announced. ''Now, I shall need Messrs. Reade and Hazelton in the air again by daylight, and they will need rest before then. Captain Howard, you can easily turn over your command and make the trip to New York. I will arrange it with your brigade commander and with General Carleton. You can start as soon as this meal is over."


94 IN THE BATTLE "Yes, sir. " Owing to dark-room troubles, however, it was nearly midnight when the package was handed to Captain Bert Howard. CHAPTER VIII NEW YORK DURING THE SIEGE AS the short length of the New York Central Railroad now in American hands was congested with freight for the front, Bert was taken several miles in an auto mobile to the point where he could connect with the Elevated Railroad. It was after two o'clock when an "L" train was finally ready to start southward. This system, too, was nearly tied up with transportation for the fighting line. It was a slow ride downtown, with many stops, so that it was past four o'clock in the morning when the cadet officer was finally able to step off at Chambers Street. A tired-looking policeman gravely saluted, then directed Bert how to find the City Hall, where General Hood had established a central headquarters, from which the fighting front, the bay, the North River and the New Jersey coast could all be under his supervision.


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96 IN THE BATTLE while General Hood inspected the photos, passing them around. At last the general glanced over at the Gridley boy. "Captftin, I was told that you were on the airship trip in question.'' ''I was, General.'' There upon General Hood asked half a hundred rapid questions. One of the officers at the table made notes of the answers. Then other general officers took a hand in the questioning. "Your descriptions, Captain Howard, are at least as valuable as the photographs," said General Hood finally. "I commend you, as well as your associates. Kindly repeat my words to Messrs. Reade and Hazelton.'' "Yes, sir. Thank you, General." There was a pause. "Is that all, sir" queried Bert, with a sa lute. General Hood rose from his chair, going over and shaking Bert's hand. "Yes, Captain; that is the completion of your errand here. You are dismissed, and are at liberty to return to your brigade and division.'' With a final salute to the roomful of officers Bert withdrew. Outside he encountered the same officer to whom he had first spoken on en tering City Hall.


FOR NEW YORK 97 "You are going to have some difficulty in getting back, Captain Howard,'' declared Captain Grimes, of the Regular Army. ''There is a breakdown on the 'L,' the subways are con gested, and even military passengers are for bidden on the. New York Central trains unless provided with a written pass from General Hood or from a divisional commander. You will do well. to call up General Carleton's headquarters and obtain exact orders.'' Within ten minutes Bert heard Colonel Barlow's voice saying over the wire: "Your predicament, Captain Howard, is one that I foresaw. Railway connection with Yonkers was never organized and systematized with a view to holding off an invasion of New York. Hence we are having oceans of trouble in getting our supplies through. You won't be able to reach here this forenoon, but you may suc ceed this afternoon or evening. Do not be dis mayed. I have made an accounting for you, and you will not be expected until you can return. Why don't you take a look or two at New York in siege It is a sight that you may never see again.'' His mind easy as to his responsibilities, Bert went outside. Over on Broadway he found himself in the midst of a throng at least as large as in normal times. He noted at once,. 7-2 Conquest.


98 IN THE BATTLE however, that but few of the stores were open. five minutes he had located a restaurant on a side street, and there ordered a substantial breakfast. After that, learning that there were rooms for rent upstairs, he went up, heavy-eyed, though he left word to be called surely at noon. The instant he stretched himself on the bed Bert was sound asleep, nor did he awaken until the insistent ringing of the telephone bell in the room brought him to his feet to notify the office that he was up. A few dashes of cold water in his face woke the young officer effectively. Dressing, he went downstairs for luncheon. There were perhaps a dozen people in the restaurant. By the time that Bert had seated himself, four men came over to his table. ''Pardon me,'' began one of the men, holding up a paper, "I that perhaps you might have some late news from the front.'' "I haven't been there since yesterday," Bert replied. "Oh! You've really been at the front then? You're not stationed in the city proper?" inquired another of the group. ''I came from the front last night, under special orders,'' Bert replied affably. "Then you can tell us a whole lot that we want to know," exclaimed another. By this

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FOR NEW YORK 99 time all the customers in the restaurant were crowding around Bert's table. "Have the Germans any show at all to take New ''Are they going to bombard the demanded another. "Gentlemen," Bert protested smilingly, "I don't know anything of what has happened at the front since I left. I don't even know whether the enemy has succeeded in driving our forces in closer to New York.'' "They haven't," declared an elderly man solemnly, as he waved his copy of an evening paper. "Our troops are holding out perfectly against the Germans.'' ''They can't take this town ! '' broke in a very young man excitedly. "We have troops enough, already, to the north to keep the enemy out of little old New York. And within two days more we'll have three hundred thousand fresh troops here. The Germans are at the end of their rope, and will soon be begging to be allowed to go home.'' ''From where are the three hundred thousand fresh troops coming''' Bert asked pleas antly. "Do the newspapers "They don't say anything about it," replied the very young man, "but it stands to reason. This country is raising millions of soldiers, and some of 'em will get here on the jump."

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100 IN THE BATTLE ''I hope some of them will arrive,'' sighed Bert. ''Then does the situation at the front really look very bad 1'' asked the thoughtful elderly man. "Bad for us, I mean 1" Before Bert could answer another man waved a newspaper. ''Here is the proclamation of Mayor Gilles -pie!" he shouted. "He advises all New Yorkers to keep cool and to carry on their business as usual. He says that the enemy cannot pos .sibly get New York.'' "That is good news," commented Bert. "But may I point out to you, Captain," persisted the elderly man, "that you haven't yet fold us what you think about the enemy's
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FOR NEW YORK 101 thoroughly equipped, then I believe that the force of the German invasion will have been broken.'' ''Hurrah!'' ''That's the stuff!'' "Uncle Sam can't be whipped by all the 11.a-tions on earth.'' ' ''But I don't really see how the present Army can save New York," Bert continued, ''nor do I know where hundreds of thousands of prepared troops are to come from. '' ''Oh, rats!'' retorted the very young man knowingly. "We have millions of troops now, and this war will be over in a fortnight, except for the signing of new treaties.'' ''Thank you,'' nodded young Captain Howard gravely, as the waiter plac ed his order before him. ''That is the best news I have heard in weeks.'' "But you don't believe it," scoffed the elderly man. "Gentlemen," protested the Gridley boy, looking around amiably at the eager faces, ''you all insist on making me qualify as a military expert, and one with inside information, whereas I am a very green young trooper, with no knowledge or information, or any responsibility beyond carrying out the orders that happen to come to me. If you want my

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102 IN THE BATTLE advice, I would suggest that you accept all that General Hood and Mayor Gillespie say for publication.'' ''Thank you,'' said the elderly man kindly, edging close enough to pat the cadet officer on the shoulder. ''Friends, I think we have all bothered this young gentleman enough. He has told us all he knows, and on behalf of you all, I tender him our vote of thanks.'' After that there was a scattering to the different tables. Within a few minutes Captain Grimes entered. When he saw Bert he looked delighted and came straight over to his table. "Howard, I have good news for you. At three o'clock an automobi . le leaves City Hall, going direct to General Carleton's headquarters. I thought of you as soon as I heard of it, but I did not expect to find you. If you wish to go, then I'll arrange a seat for you in that car." "If you will," was Bert's grateful response, "you'll do me the biggest favor possible." By the time that the two officers returned to City Hall Park the crowd there was dense. No shells had, as yet, fallen in the city, and though the distant thunder of heavy guns was audible, New Yorkers were in no panic. There was an intense eagerness for news, however, and on the western wall of the City Hall two soldiers

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FOR NEW YORK 103 were busily engaged in putting up bulletins. ''Enemy has smashed our first line of trenches and occupied it," read one of the bulletins. "American line has withdrawn half a mile nearer New York." "I expected it," commented Bert. ''So did I,'' answered Captain Grimes moodily. "Why shouldn't the enemy drive us in? Whether in siege guns, heavy mortars, field batteries or machine guns, the Germans have six to our one, and are delivering new troops to their firing line hourly. That is the noon bulletin from the front.'' Many anxious faces were to be observed in the crowd, as Captain Grimes and young Howard turned in through the lane kept open by po lice and sentries. Yet a moment later a military band started a lively air, and the crowd commenced to cheer. At the hall, Bert was introduced to Major McAlpin, of the staff, who, with a military chauffeur and an orderly, was to start for Carleton's headquarters. At the appointed time, Bert found himself seated beside the Major, and the start was made. Broadway, as the car sped along, presented an almost holiday aspect. Women and girls, in their best summer gowns, were out by thou sands. Every one was eager for the least scrap

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104 IN THE BATTLE of news, and little apprehension was to be found. Though most of the ordinary retail stores were closed, the confectioners' shops, ice cream places and drug stores were open. So were the florists' shops. "New York is a sober town, for once," commented Major McAlpin grimly. "Look, Captain, and you won't find a gin-mill open any where. , General Hood has notified the city that he who sells liquor now must be regarded as a public enemy . Any fellow who tries it will be shot promptly. This city looks gay, and almost unconcerned, but there are thousands of criminals in town who await only the first sign of panic. Then they will begin looting, 'and perhaps killing, if the strong hand of the law is lifted for an instant. Hence the advance death sentence for any one who sells liquor.'' "I hate to think of the despair of these people,'' quivered Bert, ''when they find the Germans entering the city." ''The Germans kept good order in Boston, I hear,'' observed the Major. "Yes, sir. I can testify to that, for I was in Boston after the Germans took possession.'' "You must have had an exciting time then," mused the Major shrewdly. "Rather exciting, sir. I was in Boston as a .spy.,,

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FOR NEW YORK 105 "And got out alive 1 You did well. But do you hear the music in that restaurant, Captain? People are dancing there, as usual. They will. stop_ when the Germans come.'' Harlem proved to be quieter, for there the people, though they were on the streets, eagerly nibbling at either news or rumor, were plainly worried over the news of the first American reverse at the front. And here, too, the sound of cannonading was loud, er. As for the Bronx, though there were many people out walking, they talked little and smiled hardly at all. To them the war was a near thing, for these people were only a few miles .from the actual front. Cavalrymen, at frequent intervals, patroled the main highways. And here Bert caught his first sight of police men, in the Army khaki uniforms and armed with rifles, though wearing the city's police badges. ''May I ask the meaning of that, sir?'' Bert queried. Major McAlpin's voice sounded a bit evasive, as he replied : ''The nearer to the front they are the more the police need real military power, Captain. The police are at under their own officers, but their officers are under the orders of Army officers. ''

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106 IN THE BATTLE ''And these policemen, to the number of twenty thousand or more in greater New York, ought, with their discipline, to make a very fair division of infantry soldiers, sir," young Howard suggested. "Perhaps," replied the Major non-com mittally. A ride of a few miles further and the car turned in at the grounds of General Carleton's headquarters. As soon as Bert had thanlted Major McAlpin he reported to Colonel Barlow, who thanked him and dismissed him from further special service, whereupon Howard turned his steps toward the temporary camp of the Gridley troop. CHAPTER IX . . SERVING AT ''FORT EXTERMINATION'' "MANY of my m e n are growing impapatient," said Dick Prescott, after breakfast the next morning. He had just come over to chat with the Gridley cadet officers; in the background was Captain Greg Holmes also strolling in that direction. ''There are a good many recent recruits among

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FOR NEW YORK 107 my men,'' Dick continued, ''and. they have had just training enough to make them eager to apply some of it." ''They haven't been in the service long enough to appreciate a rest when they get one,'' smiled Bert. "Moreover, they don't realize that in a given period of time every soldier in a :fighting army is likely to g-et his full measure of service on the firing lin " . e. ''Exactly,'' nodded Dick. ''I heard one of my privates grumbling, this morning, because he hadn't enlisfed in the artillery instead of the infantry. He was telling a bunkie that in this campaign the artillerymen get plenty of action; that they have to b e cause every piec e of artillery is needed at the front all the time. I interposed and told the man that he would find artillery service d eadly dull. That nearly every piece we have is at least two miles back of the firing line, and that the men behind the guns toil like mere machinists, only serving the guns under orders and never catching a glimpse of the enemy.'' ''I always liked the field artillery work,'' Bert said musingly. "That's so; you did have field artillery work at Gridley," Dick nodded. "I had forgotten. What did you like best about the work?"

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108 IN THE BATTLE ''The range :finding as well as anything,'' Bert went on. ''There was plenty of ma matics to that, and I always liked the swift fig uring. Then I liked serving the piece. We had some real target work, you know . " An officer, walking by, overheard the speakers and paused to listen . Then he wheeled and came over. "Captain," said Major Anderson, "I heard what you were saying. ' So you have had field artillery drill 1'' ''I was second lieutenant in our field artil-' lery battery,'' Bert replied. ''Afterward I was first lieutenant.'' "\Vere any of your officers and men trained in artillery 1" queried the staff officer. "Both of my officers, Major, and most of the men.'' Major Anderson nodded thoughtfully, next . . . mqmrmg: "How did you happen to come here, then, as cavalry, when field artillery is so much more needed1'' ''Because our field battery guns weren't of the best, sir, and the United States Government had none with which to equip us. So Gridley didn't even off er a battery, but a troop of cadet cavalry, sir. " Major Anderson went away with quickened

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FOR NEW YORK 109 stride. In :five minutes he had returned again. "Captain Howard," he directed, "you will leave a sergeant and ten men to look after the troop horses. You will leave a corporal and four men to look after all :fighting equipment except revolvers. You will take the rest of the men, armed only with revolvers, and report to Major Scott, Nineteenth Field Artillery. You will serve as Major Scott directs. You will take no rations with you, as Major Scott will draw them for you. You will be ready to move in fifteen minutes, and at that time six moto . r busses will be here to move your command. By order of the brigade commander." ''That's what you got for your artillery talk," laughed Dick. "We are glad to know of any competent men who can help serve guns,'' Major Scott ex plained gravely. "Captain Howard, you will be interested to know that the position held by Major Scott's battalion has been nicknamed Fort Extermination, because sixty per cent of the men have been killed or wounded since the Germans opened fire upon us yesterday.'' "We feel honored, sir," replied Bert, salut ing. Then he turned abruptly, giving the necessary orders to Lieutenant Wright, who tranl5mitted them to the :first sergeant. In another moment the bugle blared loudly 2

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110 IN THE BATTLE calling the young troopers together. As the youngsters fell in by platoons the first sergeant read off the names of those comprising the two fatigue detachments to be left behind. These men fell out. The rest of the command was sent to prepare tentage and blanket rolls and to discard superfluous equipment. Five minutes before it was time to look for the motor busses Bert's command was in readiness. At last the transport vehicles arrived; the young troopers piled in and started away cheering. Arrived at Fort Extermination, Howard found four batteries at work. An effort had been made to conceal each piece so that it could not be seen by enemy airmen, but some of the protection had been destroyed by the German fire. There were sixteen fieldpieces to the four batteries, but of these three had been put out of business by the well placed fire of the enemy. Forming his command, after leaving the busses, Bert left it in command of Lieutenant Wright and went to find the Major, who was discovered in a ground pit behind the battery, wearing a telephone head-piece. He was re ceiving courses, ranges and other instructions from another observer nearer the front. "Sent to help us, eh, Captain?" was Major Scott's greeting. "I was advised over the wire of your coming. Good enough. I'll call Cap-

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FOR NEW YORK 111 tain Spillman to this station and go with you to see what you youngsters know in our line.'' Quickly the Major apportioned the Gridley troopers among the surviving guns and assigned part of them to other allied tasks. Bert he posted in charge of Number Three gun of a complete battery, and Joe Wright at Number Four gun of the same battery. "You'll receive the course and range in a moment, Captain Howard. Then I'll request the observer to send a report on your hits." Second Lieutenant Bob Potter, with thirty of the Gridley boys, was set to work aiding in the handling of ammunition from the temporary magazine at the rear of the battery. From the observer, the captain of this battery received the course and range for guns Number Three and Four. "Fire alternately, gentlemen," requested Major Scott, "and I'll secure a report on your work.'' After that there was no time for Bert' and Joe to talk. Each was wholly occupied with his own piece. Major Scott, after nodding his approval over the mechanical handling of the guns, hastened back to the pit. Bert and Joe fir ed twelve rounds apiece before the artillery commander returned to them, carrying a sheet of paper in his right hand.

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112 IN THE BATTLE "I have the observer's report, gentlemen," he announced. "You are showing seventy eight per cent of the usual efficiency of this battery at the same range." '' Can you tell me where our mistakes are, Bert inquired. "I'll show you," replied the Major, taking Bert's piece and serving three rounds. "Now, do you see yoU:r he asked at length. "Yes, sir. Thank you." Major Scott next went to Joe's gun. Then he returned to his former post in the pit. Ten minutes later an orderly came over to report: ''Major Scott sends word that the service of Number Three and Four is satisfactory." ''This battery will rest to cool and clean the guns,'' announced Captain Lucas, the Regular Army commander of the battery with which the Gridley boys were serving. "If this battalion lost sixty per cent of its men, it is having better luck now," commented Lieutenant Joe, as the two young officers stepped back. "I haven't seen or heard of a man being struck since we arrived.'' ''Don't complain about that,'' Bert begged laughingly. "We can get along without casualties.'' Ahead the roar was redoubling. The heavier batteries of Hood's army, to the rear of the

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FOR NEW YORK 113 field batteries, were replying briskly. Enormous shells went shrieking by them overhead, but none fell into the position of Scott's battalion. Captain Spillman having again gone to the telephone, Major Scott came once more out of the pit. ''I didn't believe that cadets could do so well in actual field work,'' said the Major heartily. "My sergeant here can do as well," Bert replie d. "May he try it, ''Yes ! Good enough! How many gunners have demanded Major Scott eagerly. ''At least twenty of the men in my troop have qualified as field gunners,'' Bert replied. "Put two of them at work at once on Guns Number Three and Four," came the quick order. "I will ask that their results be re-ported." Bert quickly made the change, then accompanied the commander over to the pit to hear the report on their shots. The reports showed that Bert's new gunners were doing good work. ''And you have a score in all like cried Major Scott. "Excellent! I had no idea that there were any high school cadets so well trained. If my battalion were wiped out you would still be able to supply gunners.'' As Bert turned away from the pit he saw Reade's flyer, and a few other American air--s-2 Co1'q1test.

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114 IN THE BATTLE craft coming toward the American front, pursued by nearly three times their number of German Fokkers. If the Germans had lacked aircraft the day before, they had more than made up their deficiencies. Even as he watched he saw Reade and Hazelton bring down one of the enemy craft. From the pit came Major Scott on the run. ''I've just received orders,'' he announced, ''to stop the firing until the German aircraft go by. These batteries can't be risked. We need the pitifully few field batteries we have left. Captain Howard, get every man of yours under cover." Almost instantly a hush fell over the four batteries. At the of their officers the men ran to places of concealment. Major Scott made way for the Gridley captain in the same thicket with him. "We've shifted position four times since the fight started yesterday,'' the artillery officer ex plained. "If the Germans get our location, some inore of our guns will be put out of busi ness, for their fire is of deadly accuracy.'' ''Reade and Hazelton are sending another enemy to hasty death!" cheered Bert, as another German flyer fell earthward. "Those young men are wonders," observed Major Scott heartily. "There seems to be no

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FOR NEW YORK lll) end to their achievements. But they won't last much longer, I fear." "Why, sir?" ''The Germans are not likely to let them flourish much longer. Those red planes declare the pest of the skies for the enemy. Before long the Germans will ambush that craft, sending up fifty Fokkers, if necessary, to pursue and get Reade and Hazelton." "They'll have to be smart, sir," chuckled Bert Howard. ''Reade and Hazelton not only have the strongest engines and the most perfec\ propellers, but they have two complete sets of engines and propellers in reserve. Reade saw this war coming long before it began, . and he and his partner prepared accordingly.'' "I wish to goodness the whole country had done the same!'' almost groaned Major Scott. ''Then we wouldn't have all this trouble. If Uncle Sam had been properly prepared no enemy could have landed on our coasts.'' Though they had done valiant work, Reade and Hazelton were being forced backward, despite the support sent them by Colon e l Barlow. Over the lines swept a reserve of Foldrnrs. One of them presently turned. Then she began to drop smoke bombs until a line of them hung over Scott's battalion. ''We weren't well enough concealed ! ''

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116 IN THE BATTLE shontM. the Major. "They've marked our po sition, and--" His words were shut off by a veritable roar. Darting out of the thicket, Major Scott rushed to the pit to obtain the telephoned instructions from Captain Spillman. About the artillerymen rang the shriek of shell, the boom of innumerable explosions, the crashing of wood and iron. Gunners and their crews fell. Scott's battalion and its extras were clearly doomed. "Fort Extermination" had been rightly named! CHAPTERX MAJ"OR SCOTT GETS A NOTION' OVER in the pit, Captain Spillman, at the military telephone, was busily writing down the orders that came in. Two orderlies ran about with these. ''Try to get the batteries away before they are wiped out, but serve with all speed until the horses come up," was the first order. Major Scott ran down the line, half shouting, half waving his commands to his men. Almost instantly one gun was smashed, the crashing of a huge siege gun shell killing every one of the four men grouped about the piece.

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FOR NEW YORK 117 Scott had now but twelve of his sixteen guns left. At the same time the drivers and helpers were rushing for the horses. It seemed ages before these animals came up in a cloud of dust. Guns and caissons were made fast to tackle, and gun after gun lurched away, the horses moving at a gallop. Major Scott had just re ceived an order to fake his battalion to position 19, as marked on the map. Within sixty seconds after the horses had arrived the entire battalion was moving out of the deadly zone. But Major Scott had t ears in his eyes as he turned in saddle to see the figures lying or crawling on the ground. His own amounted to eighty men. The Gridley troopers who had fallen in that sudden, :fiendish burst of fire numbered eighteen. It seemed heartless to abandon the wounded, but the grimness of the game left no choice. In this awful crisis steel guns were truly worth more than men if the country was to be saved. Some of the Gridley boys had secured mounts, or seats on the gun carriages and cais sons. Others ran at top speed, doing their best. to keep up with the horses. Bert and his two . lieutenants were among those who traveled on their own feet.

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118 IN THE BATTLE Even before the guns were placed the men who had disconnected and brought along the telephone instruments were busy putting them up in the new position. By the time that the battery was ready Major Scott rang up and reported himself ready for orders. Then the twelve remaining pieces belched forth their d e fiance to the Germans. As soon as the guns were started the. commander called up another headquarters and re quested that his wound e d men b e removed from his first position as speedily as it could be done. ''Stretcher men are already there, sir, at work,'' came the cheering response. Through the day the battle went on cease lessly. A dozen times ' the enemy initiated heavy bombardments, following these by eral or local charges, but at nightfall the Amer icans still held their second positions intact. All they had lost, in positions, was what had been lost the night befor e . The invaders were not having so easy a time as they had enjoyed at Boston. Here the American army was several times as numerous, heavily intrenched, and with munitions enough for at l east a few days of desperate :fighting. Though he was coldly, fiercely resolved on victory . at an early date, there was some limit to the number of men the . German commander-in-chief was willing to lose. 1

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FOR NEW YORK 119 For a noon meal coffee and hard-tack had been served at the guns. In the evening, the battery having been ordered to cease firing for the present, there was time enough to prepare a hot meal. At the officers' mess, to which Bert and his lieutenants were invited, a substantial meal was served . ''I am astonished to find you Gridley young gentlemen so well prepared as gunners,'' said Major Scott frankly, as they sat eating at a rude table spread under a big elm. ''You have gone so far that a fortnight of daily work such as we have had to-day would make you a credit to the Regular Army. I wonder, Captain Howard, if your troop could be persuaded to sign over into the Regulars?" "We are at the front, sir, to do whatever is wanted of us," Bert replied respectfully, but the older officer traced lack of enthusiasm in the young 's voice. "For one thing, Major," broke in Captain Spillman, "these gentlemen at table with us hold commissions, even if only cadet com missions. Would you undertake, if they signed over, to have their commissions made good in the Regulars?'' • ''How old are you?'' asked Scott, gazing at Bert. "Nearly eighteen, sir."

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1.20 IN THE BATTLE "Hm !" said the Major. "I fear it would be unheard-of to ask Congress to commission a boy of your age as a captain. I think, though, that I might succeed in inducing my superiors to back all three of you for lieutenancies in the Regulars. Congress, in these dark days, will do a good deal for the Army. Of course, if you three were of age, you could hold Regular com missions of any grade, but it would be difficult to secure a Regular captain's commission for a lad three years under age. I fear you young men and your troopers would not care to sign over in the Regulars.'' "As I said befor e , sir, I, personally, am willing to serve wherever I can be of the most use,'' Bert went on earnestly. "I'll s erve as a private in the Regulars, or in any Guardsman unit, if I am assured that I'll be useful there." "I commend your spirit," said Major Scott, and there the matter dropped for the time be ing. But an hour later the artillery commander came back to the place where his officers lay under a tree resting. "I just 'phoned in," announ ced the Major, seating himself, ''to see what chance there would be of official backing for Regular Army commissions for you young gentlemen, in case your troop agreed to sign over into this com :mand. But I was referred to General Carleton,

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FOR NEW YORK 121 and he rather dashed my hopes. He told me that the Gridley troopers had richly earned a right to ke e p their own identity in this war, and that he would utterly disapprove of any effort to shift the troop into any other arm of the service unless he knew that it was at the most earnest request of the Gridl ey cadet troopers themselves. I will say frankly, Captain Howard, that I did not realize the remarkable record you boys have made for yourselves thus far." "We haven't done as much as we hope to do before the war is over, sir, and when we have had a lot more actual experience,'' Bert replied quietly. "You boys have fairly won your place in the American :fighting line,'' Major Scott continued . ''You need have no doubt about that.'' Through the evening the battery was called upon for a total of about an hour and a half of actual work. Several hours of sle ep , there fore, were possible. At 2.30 in the morning, however, the entire command tumbled out without waiting to be called, for the heaviest :firing of the campaign now fairly rocked the earth. The sky was lurid with the flames of bursting shells. Apparently the Germans had trebled their resources in artillery. In the pit a soldier had sat on a box, his

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122 IN THE BATTLE . head-piece on, waiting through the night for a call. On the ground beside him slept a lieutenant of artillery, wrapped in a blanket. Yet these two were on the alert not more than a second or two before the rest of the camp had awakened. Ta-ra-t-ra-ta ! . Bugles sounded the alarm. As fast as the men sprang up they made their way to their stations. Major Scott entered the pit, adjusted a telephone head-piece and awaited orders breathlessly. All along the great front soldiers who had been sleeping in bombproofs awoke and awaited the order to go to the aid of the comrades who had spent the night in the firing-line trenches. ''Every man not actively occupied is to shelter himself in a bombproof until called upon,'' was one of the first orders to travel along the American line. In the main these bombproof s served as a ready bar against needless death. Some of the ' bombproofs, however, proved only graves for their occupants, for heavy shell after heavy shell, falling on the same spot, quickly caved in some of these carefully built structures. "Major, your battalion will bring shrapnel forward, sending all she lls back, and then await orders,'' was a command that reached Major Scott. That officer went himself to see the or-

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FOR NEW YORK 123 der carried out in the best possible manner. "It means that a big German rush is expected," Captain Bert heard the Major tell Captain Spillman. Bert knew, of course, that in general shells are used to batter fortifications and shrapnel to explode among and over the heads of advancing troops. A shrapnel shell is loaded with two hundred bullets that scatter when the explosion takes place. Joe Wright was charge d with exp e diting the delivery of ammunition to half of the guns, Bob Potter was assigned to the same task for the remainder of the guns. Captain Bert stood by the two guns that he had helped direct through the day, though he did not personally serve either piece. Within five minutes the enemy's shell fire had become heavier than anything the young trooper had ever known. The shrieking of shells, the sharp detonations, the blinding flashes were enough to give one the idea that Old Earth herself was exploding. ''This is where the Germans show us all they have ever been able to discover about the fine art of murder!'' shouted Major Scott as he passed the cadet captain. ,

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124 IN THE BATTLE CHAPTER XI THE NEWS FROM CANADA FOR an hour the furious bombardment con tinued. Overhead the sky was dark, as 1 though rain threatene d. Yet the battalion had lost only six men wounded and one killed; Gridley's loss was two troopers wounded. Plainly the battery's new location had not been discovered by the enemy . The shells that struck close enough to the gunners to work harm were chance hits. Not so with the trenches. On the :firing line, blinded with the smoke and fumes, the infantrymen were gasping for breath. If they moved they were likely to trip over the bodies of slain comrades . Within the :first ten minutes the communicatio:Q. trenches had been nearly wrecked. Evidently the German aviators had been able, after their observations, to make maps of the American trench system. Certain it is that heavy shells fell on these trenches at many points, the resulting explosions choking them in a way to hinder seriously any retreat or an effort to send men forward.

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FOR NEW YORK 125 Reinforcements that were despatched to the firing line along these communication trenches had to halt and dig their way through at numerous points. Hundreds of American sol diers, halted in these same were killed there by the fearful bombardment. As a staff officer described it the next forenoon, many of the communication trenches were canals that carried blood. Half an hour before daylight the German fire shifted further ahead. Under cover of this continued devastation the enemy troops poured out of their own trenches, rushing across the intervening ground and attempting to take the American firing trenches at the point of the bayonet. For fifteen minutes after this assault began, though fresh German troops constantly ar rived, the American soldiers put up a ghastly, losing fight, and then were forced back by the overwhelming numbers of the enemy. As these survivors of the gallant, desperate fighting line went back they dashed through our second-line troops, who had been hurried up to support them. Once behind the friendly human shelter, their breath wooed back into their bodies, these men rose and continued the fight. Before ten o'clock that morning four lines of

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126 IN THE BATTLE trenches had been taken. The Americans had withdrawn over a belt of something more than half a mile in breadth. Yet they were fighting desperately, and the Germans, though advancing with slow doggedness, had to pay fearfully in life for the ground they gained. At last, finding it impossible to advance any further for the present, the German commander in-chief halted and tightened his lines on the ground abandoned by the Americans. For half an hour the German soldiers toiled, providing the farthest captured trenches with parapets, facing the new American position. While they were still so engaged the thing happened for which the enemy must have been more or less expectant. As a single word flashed over the American military telephone wires the ground seemed to open. Millions of tons of dirt were hurled skyward. All along the entire line that awful blast trembled. When the German commander-in chief counted up his losses chargeable to Yankee dynamite he discovered that eight thousand of his men had been killed by the exploding mines and fourteen thousand were badly or fatally hurt. ''I wonder if Germany expects to pay the full price for New York!" uttered Major Scott grimly, a second after the roar of the huge gen-

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FOR NEW YORK 127 er al blast had subsided. ''We are prepared to do that very thing all the way down to Gotham. One thing we have enough of is dynamite.'' "We did that trick in New England, sir," Bert remarked, "but the Germans now hold New England securely.'' ''And they can get New York, too, my boy, if their men hold out,'' returned the Major .. "But the question is, is it worth iH" "I expect that the Germans will take all of this country that they want, or can get, and then will count the cost afterward. I don't be lieve the Germans ever stop to consider the cost while they are still fighting.'' "They will, after they are through with the experiences of this war with us,'' declared the Major, and Bert could only pray that he was right. Not only had the abandoned American trenches been blown to atoms, but the ground near them had suffered the same fate. Wherever the Germans had halted and thrown them selves on open ground, there, too, they had suffered. For that day the German advance had been stopped. After the destroying blasts of dyna mite, the enemy began anew to intrench them selves. Cannon fire, however, continued briskly. It looked as if the Germans, aware of

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128 IN THE BATTLE the American lack of field and siege gun am munition, were trying to provoke the Ameri cans into firing their, last, after which-surrender ! Rifle fire went on briskly, too, between the two firing lines . Late that afternoon three hundred recruits, some of them well advanced in training, arrived at Major Scott's headquarters, together with orders that the Gridley troopers were now to be relieved and sent back to Genera l Carleton's headquarters. Some of the same motor busses that brought the recruits up took the Gridley boys back. ''You young men must be tired enough to sleep,'' remarked Captain Dick Prescott, when Bert reached camp in the grounds of General Carleton's headquarters in a mansion further south. "We've had enough to wake us up for a while,'' smiled Bert wearily. ''Did you get any of this morning's pleasant business?" ''My battalion lost four men,'' Dick an swered. ''We didn't fire a shot, but we were hurried forward to cover a low hill that you must have passed a mile north of here. There was a call for all available soldiers, so we were sent forward, leaving General Carleton with few to guard him except his staff officers."

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FOR NEW YORK 129 ''Not forgetting our two detachments of two non-coms. and fourteen men, I hope 1 '' asked Bert. ''Do you see this?'' Dick asked, holding up a newspaper. "It's an evening newspaper from New York, one of several that reached here a little while ago. It contains news that is bound to interest Americans. You knew of Canada's active preparations along the border, and of the fact that we have some quarterdrilled men up there at the border watching them 1 It was feared that England might have some grudge, real or fancied, that she was going to pay off at this time." ''Are the Canadians going to attack us?'' asked Bert wearily, as he stretched himself on the cool grass. "I don't suppose that it makes much difference. Now that we've started we may as well take on the whole world and be done with it. And what about Japan? Is her first expedition of invasion on its way to our Pacific Coast'' ''The Canadian government and the English government have both given this country their profoundest assurances that they have no designs against this country,'' Prescott ex plained, holding forth the paper, which Bert sat up and took. ''The Canadian premier assures us that, as far as Canada is concerned, 9-2 Conquest.

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130 IN THE BATTLE we may safely withdraw our troops from the border. That the Canadian troops have been massed only as a precaution in case Germany, at the time of attacking us, has also some de signs against Canada.'' ''Our m e n at the Canadian border line would help a good d eal here," exclaimed Captain Howard. ''I w onder if they will be s ent to "I don't know about that," Dick smil e d. "For one, I fully believe England's and Canada's assurances. Still, with large armed forces of Canadians on the borde r I doubt if our government will withdraw its own forces.'' Bert's glance fell on another set of large headlines. '' 'Japan's course mysterious,' '' he read. " 'Premier Sakowa denies Mikado's empire has any unfriendly inte ntions. Rumor has expedition on way here.' Wow! . That sounds s erious!'' "If Japan ever does fight us," Dick broke in with energy, "it will be because her people and her statesmen have finally become utterly wearied a.nd naturally enraged ov e r our distrust of her. In this country people are constantly trying to point out that Japan has sinister designs against us. It's only a few Americans who do it, but they're noisy enough to sound like a multitude. Howard, the J ap-

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FOR NEW YORK 131 anese may have many viewpoints that differ from ours, but they are a sensitive, high spirited, honorable nation. The few people in this country who are always trying to show the danger of war with Japan are the very ones who help to bring such a thing near, and they're the only ones. The Japanese haven't a reason in the world for wanting to attack us, but one of these days they will be enraged into the desire. All the Japanese people demand of our people is that they be considered a peo ple with high ideals of honor. If we could kill off our handful of anti-Japanese howlers, and learn to believe in Japanese honor, there would never be a shadow of danger of apy friction between the two countries that a pair of even second-rate diplomats couldn't smooth out in an hour.'' ''I don't see anything here about the Mexicans,'' mused Bert aloud. ''They were supposed to have a rod in pickle for us, and were said, a while ago, to be preparing to raid over our border into Texas, New Mexico and Arizona.'' repeated Dick. "Bosh! Let them come! We don't need trained men to hold the Mexicans back on their own side of the border. Recruits can do that. Mexico, no matter what she does, isn't even a flea

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132 IN THE BATTLE bite on the surface of our war troubles.'' ''If the Canadians are as friendly as they say, and the J apanese are as friendly as you say,'' Bert laughed, ''then I don't see that we have any greater worries on hand than chasing out the German invaders.'' ''And that i s worry enough!'' continued Prescott. ''Here conies the mail orderly,'' announced Howard. ''I hop e he has a home letter or two for me .'' ''Captain Prescott,'' said the orderly, holding out a packet of letters for that Regular officer. Dick took the letters eagerly. ''Captain Howard,'' continued the orderly, passing Bert two l etters. ''One from Dad and one from Mother,'' cried Bert gleefully, opening the envelopes . For some minutes he and Prescott read their letters in silence. Suddenly, just after opening another letter, Captain Dick Prescott leaped to his fe e t, shouting: ' ''Orderly, pass the word for Captain Holmes. I wish to see him here at once.'' Then, unable to contain the news, Prescott went on: ''Howard, listen to this! I'll have to read it or explode! It's about the best letter that could have come to me. Listen!''

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FOR NEW YORK Clearing his throat, Dick read: '' 'DEAR OLD DICK: 133 '' 'I '11 wager you've been wondering what happened to Danny Grin and myself. Probably you speculated as to what size of shark was carrying us around in his insides. That naval catastrophe was fearful, and it wound up the sea power of the United States for a while, didn't iU But at leas t Danny Grin and I are safe, though that doesn't count for much when I think of the thousands of splendid comrades who went down on that tragic day off the New England coast. '' 'I knew you would be glad to know that we are alive. That's about all I can tell you at present. You may write me in care of the Navy Department; that's the best I can say. Cau 't tell you what we 're doing, but you may take my word for it that neither Dan nor I are doing any slacking. We're doing with full energy the little that is left for us to do. We 're both well and unwounded.' '' ''Darrin and Dalz ell both safe ! '' Dick went on, his face radiant, his eyes gleaming. ''And there has been hardly a night in weeks when I haven't dreamed of their bodies floating around in the Atlantic Ocean!'' Just then Greg Holmes came up. He had to

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134 IN THE BATTLE have the letter, of course, and as soon as he had read it these two dignified Army officers clasped hands and danced about for joy. "Reade and Hazelton will have to hear this, the very instant they return!'' rejoiced Dick Prescott. CHAPTER XII THE YELL WITH THE STEEL "ALL right!'' muttered Captain Bert Howard drowsily. "I'll get up." He staggered to his feet as he crawled out of the shelter tent in which he had lain for a few hours. Another awful crash him fully. ''The Germans are at it again!'' scowled Joe Wright, as he, too, appeared. "What time is iU Two in the morning," he announced, after striking a match and looking at his watch. At the present moment no shells were falling near headquarters, but there could be no knowing at what instant the direction of the firing might shift. One after another the sleepy Gridley troopers crawled out of their low shelter tents, humorously known in the Army as ''pup houses.''

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FOR NEW YORK 135 ''You men may as well sleep, if you can,'" Bert shouted down the line. ''You haven't been called yet.'' "Sleep, sir?" drawled Private Baker. "How -and "Rest, at all events, if you care to," advised Bert. ''Pitch your blankets into the open, if you wish to.'' Bert himself, with his lieutenants, was soon seated on the ground, listening to the indescrib able din of the bombardment, and watching the bursting shells to the northward. Over in the headquarters house, lights flashed in room after room. General Carleton and his staff officers were speedily afoot. Through the blackness of the late night Bert could make out moving figures over in the infantry _ camp of Prescott's battalion. ''I take it this is the opening overture for another big German rush at us," hinted Bob Potter. ''As the Germans are making all the charges, they can choose their own time for attacks, and I guess they see to it that their men have rest enough before they are called for this hideous night work,'' remarked Joe Wright. ''If these were only the ordinary sounds of battle I could go back to the t ent and take a few hours' more sleep just as well as not.''

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136 IN THE BATTLE "It looks as if we 're not wanted," said Bert, after the fearful din had continued for ten minutes and no orders came. "I was having a great old dream, too. We had chased the last of the Germans into the and were back in Gridley having a bully time.'' ''Some dreams never come true,'' said Joe ominously. ''Probably your latest one won't. A true dream would show the Germans chasing the last of us into the Pacific Ocean. One con solation is that most of us probably won't last long enough to see that day." T en :mi,nutes later, across the lawn, moved the figure of one whom Bert guessed to be a staff officer. He remained at the infantry camp for three or four minutes, then strode briskly over to where Bert and his officers sat. The newcomer proved to be Captain Anstey, Dick's Virginian classmate at West Point. "Captain Howard," came the crisp order, "you are directed to look to Captain Prescott for your orders until relieved from that duty." "Very good, sir." Returning the cadet officer's salute, Anstey hastened away. A moment later an orderly saluted and informed Bert that it was Captain Prescott's order that he leave the smallest stable guard feasible and order the remainder

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FOR NEW YORK 137 of the troop to fall in at once as infantry. In a jiffy Bert gave the order. The detail of stable guard having been hastily made, two long platoons of Gridley youngsters fell in. There was a hurried roll call, a counting of fours and a swift inspection. Then Prescott's men moved out with the springy, elastic step of trained Regulars. As the last of the line of infantry marched by, a few rods off, Bert's commands rang out clearly: ''Fours right, right forward, march. Left oblique, march. . . . Forward, march I'' So the troopers swung in at the rear of the four companies of Regulars. Bert, as soon as he had noted the appearance of his men after the route step had been given, ran down the long line of moving men until he reached Dick Prescott at the head. ''Are there any special orders for me, he asked. ''None, at present,'' answered Captain Dick. ''Of course though, Howard, you are wondering what our duty is to-night. It may turn out to be that of holding the main German army in check. Sounds easy, doesn't iU" "Very easy, sir," Bert replied. "Still, until we've tried it, we don't know that we can't do it."

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138 IN THE BATTLE "The enemy," Dick went on, "according to a general survey of the observers, are conc e n trating their heavy shell fire on this turnpike road to the north of us, and our trenches near there have been blown to smithereens . Yet our infantryme n are holding on like grim death itse lf. Two extra r e giments have b ee n thrown forward to h elp the m hold out. Owing to the annihilation of the tre n ches both G e r mans and Americans are :fighting savagely in the op e n . You hear the machin e guns Less than a mile north of wh e r e w e are now are two paralle l trenche s, the s e cond line w ell supplied with bombproof s . We are to occupy the first trench for firing, the se c ond for shelter. As our own m e n are forced back we are to l e t the m through. The n w e 're to hold off the Ger mans until the m e n who escape through our lin e are r e -form e d and s ent back to support us. Two mac hin e gun d e tachm e nts, with twe lve guns in all, have b ee n ordered from another point, and will b e under m y orders. Now, Howard, you know ab out as m uch as I do of the work cut out for us, exc ept that w e are to die in the tre nches rathe r than l e t the e n emy g e t by at our point. The Ger mans are plain l y trying to flank us at s o m e points by their e fforts to get through on the turnpike.'' "Thank you very much, Captain Prescott.

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FOR NEW YORK 139 May I tell the lieutenants of the troop what you have told me" ''Certainly, Captain Howard.'' Bert fell back, then waited for the long marching line to go by him. That did not take as long as it might have done. Almost immediately after, Dick Prescott, as pacemaker, increased the gait. Looking spectral, even in their khaki, the men swung rapidly by. Many of them were liVing their last moments of life! Not once did the roar of cannonading cease. Yet at times, even above this racket, sounded the sharp rat-tat of rifle fire. At times spent rifle balls passed close enough to show that some of the enemy were firing high. Now four of the lieutenants of Prescott's battalion loomed up as they waited to direct these last marchers into the first sections of the communication trenches. By these various routes the Gridley boys reached the firing trenches they were to occupy. These trenches had been built by the labor of citizens impressed for the purpose before the Germans first appeared. They were deep and wide, and equipped along the full l ength with firing platforms. Hardly had the young troopers entered the portion of the trenches assigned to them when Captain Dick Prescott appeared.

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140 IN THE BATTLE ''Captain Howard, you will station your men as close to each other as they can stand and yet have enough room for the rapid handling of their piec es . Do so with all despatch, so that I may a scertain how much length of trench you can hold. With your company I shall station three of the machine guns at proper intervals. We want the men close togethe r in order that we may have as great concentration of fire as possible.'' With the help of his two lieutenants Bert spe edily had his men lined up. While this was being done the machine guns arrived and, with their operators, were installed in position. ''Now, Captain Howard, you will send two men out of every three back to the shelter tre nches until they are called by the blowing of officers' whistles . When they hear the whistles they are to rush back to these trenches, take their proper positions and b e ready for instant work.'' Saying which Prescott vanished into the night. Bert quickly sent back two-thirds of his youngsters to shelter. . With them went Lieutenant Potter, whistle in hand, ready to sound it whenever an orderly reached him with that command. Near the center of the troop stood Bert and

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FOR NEW YORK 141 Joe, peering anxiously forward. As yet the enemy had not assailed this trench line with shell fire, though perhaps it was soon to come. Ahead the battle raged with redoubled. fury. At times the hoarse shouts of men could be heard for an instant, followed by more crashing explosions. The glare of bursting shells ahead was enough to remind one of a scene in the infernal regions. After a while stragglers from the fight began to arrive. ''Americans ! Don't foe on us ! '' yelled some . of these, as soon as they discovered their nearness to a trench. "What are you men doing Bert de manded, as two men, without rifles, approached and leaped down into the trench. ''No, sir,'' replied one of the men. ''And you 're unarmed-ammunition gone as well! You threw away your accoutrements and ran!'' Then, as both men half hung their heads, Bert's voice rasped out sharply: ''Sergeant, take two men and run these f el lows to Captain Prescott. Shoot your prisoners if they attempt to get away.'' "Very good, sir." One of the fugitives began to plead in a whining voice, but Sergeant Crane shoved the

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142 IN THE BATTLE muzzle of his carbine against the fellow, ordering him to get along fast. Other stragglers came up. All who came without arms Captain Howard sent in arrest to Captain Prescott. But soon more stragglers came in, by twos and threes, and by squads, and these had their accoutr ements intact. They were allowed to pass to the rear through the communication trenches. Suddenly the German rifl e fire began to strike against the trench parapets. At intervals the bullets came in she e ts. Ahe ad, too, could be heard the ugly clash of steel. The fight was rapidly coming closer. An orderly brought Bert word from Prescott. One of Howard's corporals ran back to the shelter trench with the word. Lieutenant Potter's whistle sounded shrilly as he ran past the suc cession of bombproofs. Groups of young troopers rushe d out of the bombproof s, then through the communication trenches to the firing front. The Gridley boys crowded into position behind the firing platforms, ready to mount and fire at the word. Joe Wright went down the line, detailing men who were to go back for extra ammunition if it proved to be needed. Two more, one for each platoon, were ordered to be in readiness, at the word, to drop their rifles and give their

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FOR NEW YORK 143 time to opening the ammunition boxes and passing the cartridges along. Each cadet as he stood awaiting the call, had one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition, but might need as many more. "Here they come!" was the word passed swiftly down the trenches as the noise of bat came nearer. For the space of perhaps five seconds a searchlight from the rear traveled dovvn the line of the trenches Then it went out. It was to show the driven-back Americans where their support lay. . Within sixty seconds more the Americans ahead fell back upon the trenches. Many of them were hatless. Borne down by superior numbers, they presented a disorganized ap pearance. But the Germans, warned, too, by the light upon the trench, had halted a hundred and fifty yards away, lying flat and firing fast. ''Over the trenches to the rear!'' roared the '.American officers of Prescott's command, and the fugitives obeyed only too gladly. ''Machine guns commence firing. Infantry up ! At will, commence firing!'' The heads and shoulders of the trenches' de f enders were now exposed over the top of the parapet, the ''ten inches of danger zone" that must be shown when infantry fire

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144 IN THE BATTLE from trenches. Along the tops of the parapets ran ripples of flame from the muzzles of rifl es. The inc essant hammering of a dozen machine guns adde d to the din. Little more than a stone's throw away the flashes were answered by the mass e s of Germans lying on the ground. Then, briefly, the American fire faltered, for, over the h e ads and from the rear of the prostrate German infantry came storms of shells and shrapnel. Hundreds of these shrieking messengers landed just before the trenches, on the parapets, in the trenches, or just behind them, bowling over American soldiers right and left, but the real marvel was that every de fender was not wiped out within sixty sec onds. Prescott had telephoned back the range of the German masses lying on the ground ahead. Almost instantly whirring shells and whanging shrapnel came from American field-pieces tc the rear. To the trench defenders, from such glimpses as they could get through the smoke and flying masses of dirt, it appeared that every square yard of earth on which the assailants lay was being torn up ruthlessly. And yet men . lay there and continued to fire. One of war's chief est marvels is that men can live through such disasters and go on fighting. Out of the darkness ahead hurried fresh

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FOR NEW YORK 145 masses of Germans. American artillery as sailed them, too, yet on they came. Then the survivors of the foremost masses rose and ran forward, their bayonets fixed. German bugles sounded the charge. ''Fix bayonets!'' American steel rattled. The two forces came to grips at the trench line, the Germans above, the Americans thrusting from b e low. Drunken with the fumes of pow der, frenzied with the heat of battle, wild with the will to drive steel home, the two masses met with awful impact! And at one line of trench rang the exulting yell from scores of throats: "G-r-i-d-1-e-y-GRIDLEY ! Give 'em all they want, fellows!" CHAPTER XIII IN THE TIDES OF DEATH BUT the cadet troopers, carbine-armed, had no bayonets ! So the order rang: ''Draw ! Fire at will!'' Every young trooper carried, ready for instant use, an automatic revolver, with two loaded extra magazines in reserve. Hence it was that the :first enemies to reach 10--2 Conquest.

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146 IN THE BATTLE the Gridley trench parapets faced a line of fighters prepared to shoot at arm's length. R-r-r-r-rip ! ran the fusilade down the line. At such d e sp erately short range there were few misses. The very need to save their own lives, the vital need of holding the trenches, cooled the Gridley boys so that they did not fire except to prevent the thrust of a German bayonet. By the time the reserve magazines of their revolvers had been emptied the G ermans had fallen back from before the Gridley trench. The rain of bull ets was much too h eavy for their liking. The Gridley boys had had time to reload all magazines and now stood, crouching low for the most part, ready tO receive the next onslaught in like fashion. Nor was it long in coming. At no matter what sacrifice of life, the German rank ing officers liad but one purpose-to drive the Americans back. No hazard was too great. This time the Germans did not even take the precaution to advance by rushes. Reinforced four-fold they came steadily, swiftly on, reaching the trenches and fighting with a fury that would not long be balked. Yet at the Gridley lin e they staggered back despite themselves. Their courage was superb,

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FOR NEW YORK 147 but human endurance has its limits. The mer ciless fire of the automatic pistols piled up their wounded until it made the pressing of the charge all but impossible. But a third time the charge came. The American machine guns had been already whirled rearward to prevent their capture. Standing by, ready to die where they stood, Bert Howard and his cadets were at last forced back by the sole fact that their ammunition was nearly all expended. There was no time to take to communication trenches. In nearly every case it meant swiftly leaping out of the trench and running across the surface of the earth. There was no shell fire here now. With the combatants at grips the enemy artillery could not inflict punishment without danger of slay-ing their own men. Every few yards German soldiers threw planks across the tops of the trenches. Over these the gray-clad :figures passed swiftly. This gave time for the Gridley troopers to rush to the rear in good order. Running through the darkness, the young troopers came back upon another line of American defense. Almost in Captain Bert's ears came the hoarse voice of Dick Prescott, yellmg:

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148 IN THE BATTLE "Take your men right through my line, Howard. It was great work! Halt under cover; get your breath and re-form.'' Not until the n could the cadet commander realize that the Gridley boys had actually held their position longer than the Regulars had been able to do. To the r ear of this new line of hastily-mad e tre n c h e s the ground sloped downward. Reaching this position Bert found that his troopers could t h r o w thems elve s down, or even sit up, and still be safe from the incessant rifle :fire of the e n e my. And here an orderly from the nearest military 'phone station learned that the troopers were with out ammunition for their automatics. Nor did Pre s cott forget the Gridley troopers when the German s again pressed forward into a clinch, but let them rest at the rear, knowing that their turn would come again when ammunition for the automatics reached the line. Over a front a mile long this same conflict was raging, the enemy making faster progress at some points than at others, Prescott's battalion withdrawing only when it was impossible to fight longer on that ground. Morning found the young troopers again on the ever-retreating line. Ammunition motors _bad come as close as possible, with cartridges

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FOR NEW YORK 149 for the American line, and the Gridley's boys ; were once more supplied with automatic ''fuel.'' Again they did their work splendidly. Two hours after daylight found the Germans between three and four miles nearer New York than they had been at the beginning of the drive. Moreover the Germans were now in a position to flank and enfilade other portions of the American forces, so a general American withdrawal was carried out, with dismal loss, during the forenoon. ''Fifty thousand more American troops with this army, ten times as many cannon and un limited ammunition would have made that German drive nothing but a huge, ghastly German grave!'' uttered Captain Dick Prescott, when, relieved by fresh troops after the fighting had lulled, his battalion, plus the surviving Gridley troopers, marched back, out of the zone of fire, to the new, ever . moving headquarters of General Carleton. ''Oh, the idiocy of the American people, to think their country safe without the means t0: defend itself!'' raged Captain Greg Holmes. Upon reaching headquarters the tired infantrymen and troopers threw themselves on the grass in the shade of the trees, falling instantly asleep, though their officers, in another group, remained awake a little while

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150 IN THE BATTLE longer, comparing notes on the night's work. Nor were the Germans sorry that the breathing spell had come. Though they had come out victors they had paid a fearful price for their triumph, their losses being several times as great as those of the defenders of New York. There were tears in Prescott's eyes as he figured up the dismaying losses in his battalion, but he dashe . d the moisture away, setting his jaw firmly. And the Gridley troopers f Thirty-eight of the little command had been the toll in the fearful night's work. More than a dozen had been killed. Of the wounded it had been pos sible to bring back only two ; the rest of the injured were now German prisoners of war. ''Howard, your magnificent work in holding the trenches longer than we could,'' Prescott commented, "goes to prove that for which I have always argued. Bayonets are all rightt, they serve many useful purposes with infantry. Yet, in actual hand-to-hand contact with the enemy, automatic revolvers are worth at least ten times as much as cold steel can possibly b e . If America survives this war she will learn the lesson some day, and our infantrymen will then be provided with the means of making any enemy sick when he comes to close quarters.'' ''But the other nations would provide their

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• FOR NEW YORK 151 troops in similar fashion,'' Greg Holmes argued. ' 'The killing would then be more fearful on both sides.'' "Well, one of the chiefest objects in war is to get the war over as quickly as possible,'' Dick retorted dryly. "Our cadet friends didn't have as heavy losses last night as they would have had if they depended on using bayonets in clinches.'' "Dick, you're sanguinary at times," laughed Greg. "You 're regularly bloodthirsty." "I'm not," Captain Prescott returned calmly. "I hate war, and all the misery con nected with it. That's why I wish this country had been so well prepared that no power in the world would have dared try to make us import . any of that misery.'' CHAPTER XIV BERT FINDS NEWS AT THE REAR IF the enemy had driven the American army back a few miles, they had also driven themselves into greater discomfort. Hidden American batteries on the Palisades of the Hudson River, opposite New York, for the next four days, hammered well-nigh incessantly at the German lines on the flank.

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152 IN THE BATTLE Nor did the German airships aid materially in locating these batteries for extermination by German gunners . The American airships hin dered, to a great extent, the Teutonic efforts in that direction. Whenever a German aviator succeeded in locating a battery and giving the position and range, the battery was moved hastily to another hidden position. L engths of track had beeen laid along the Palisades at the most suitable points. Guns were loaded on cars and when necessary electric tractors hauled the guns to other points. "The Germans will cross the river some day and massacre our men on the other side,'' pre dicted Greg Holmes. The very next day the enemy attempted that very thing, at a point near Tarrytown. A pon toon bridge was thrown across with wonderful speed. Probably to the amazement of the German officer in command no opposition was offered by American troops. Yet as soon as a column of troops was thrown out on the pon toon structure it turned out that there were sharks in the river. The sharks took the form of a few submarine boats from the Brooklyn Navy Yard. As the enemy troops marched, a dozen torpedoes were suddenly launched at the structure. In the same instant, hidden American field batteries raked the bridge.

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FOR NEW YORK 153 That effort to cross failed, and cost the enemy about eighteen hundred soldiers. ''Your German fr.iends are welcome to try again, Greg," Dick Prescott laughed at his chull\ "Oh, they '11 try!" muttered Greg. "One disaster won't stop the enemy." On the day following two more pontoon bridges were laid, unopposed, a few miles lower down the river. Before troops were thrown out on these bridges, German field batteries raked the shore opposite, without provoking reply. Yet, by the time that German infantry columns were half-way across on both bridges, American machine guns suddenly raked them, while from ground pits heavy streams of petroleum were driven on to the bridge through four-inch hose. Immediately afterward, American gunners hurled shells at the bridges, setting the oil on fire. A brisk westerly breeze fanned the flames, driving them rapidly along the bridges. By the time that the retreating en emy troops had regained the eastern shore it was too late to save the pontoons. . ''The Germans may learn our whole bag of tricks, if they keep up their efforts long enough,'' Dick declared. ''Just the same,'' Greg Holmes insisted, "you know, well enough, that we are going to

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154 IN THE BATTLE lose all we hold on both sides of the river." "Probably," Dick nodded. "But I'm content to wait until it happens." "Is it likely that General Hood will fail to use all possible efforts to ke ep the Germans from reaching the Jersey shore''' Bert asked. "He's bound to hold the New Jersey shore, and to prevent, as long as possible, the Germans from getting into New Jersey, " Prescott explained . ''As soon as the enemy can roam at will in New Jersey, our last hope of ultimate' retreat will be cut off . Likewise, we would be shut off from both reinforcements and supplies.'' ''That is the way it looks to me,'' Bert com mented . ''In other words,'' Greg prophesied, ''as soon as we see that the Germans are bound to get hold of New Jersey, this army must make its last, desperate effort to skeedaddle away from New York. So that, instead of trying to save New York, we are really more concerned in keeping the enemy out of New Jersey as long as possible.'' "I saw one of this morning's newspapers," Bert continued, ''and in it I read that Mayor Gillespie has again told the people they need have no fear of New York being captured."

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FOR NEW YORK 155 "I wonder if His Honor, the Mayor, really believes it 1'' smiled Dick wonderingly. ''Do you note that my men are spending an unusually long time in currying the troop horses 1 '' Bert asked. ''I received orders this morning to have all surplus horses ready for shipment to New York, subject to any requisitions that might be made upon me for horses for staff officers.'' "If your surplus horses are ordered shipped to New York,'' Dick Prescott remarked, ''it is in order that they may be sent across the river to the railways. That means that General Hood's staff do not intend to allow any surplus animals to fall into the hands of the enemy.'' That word "surplus" had a grim signifi cance. The "surplus" horses were those whose riders had been either killed or seriously wounded. "Anste y was down in the city yesterday," Holme s announced, ''and he told me this morning that thousands of people have watched their chance to get out of the city, either by the under-river tubes or the ferries, and that, when they g e t on the other side and find the railways wholly concerned with military transportation, they uncomplainingly set out to walk as far as possible into New Jersey. Anstey said, too, that the streets are now comparatively de-

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156 IN THE BATTLE serted. He thinks that those who have failed to get away are hiding in their houses-more likely in the cellars. Yet, so far, not a German shell has fallen into New York City." ''The enemy would hesitate to destroy such a fine city, which they expect to own in the \ future,'' Dick hinted. ''I wonder if they really do believe that they can keep New York City for good?" blazed Bert Howard indignantly. "Well, who'd hinder them?" demand e d Greg coolly. "Why, in time the American people can rise in their might, even if it takes a year or two, and hurl every German out of New York," Bert declared with conviction. "The American people could rise and do it," Greg admitted, "but what makes you believe they would do it? Even in years and years of peace the American people have never devel oped energy enough to prepare against the very things which are happening now, and which thousands of Americans warned their fellow countrymen would happen some day. Rise in our Bosh! That's a hard thing to make an Army or Navy man believe." Yet, below all this skeptical exterior, as Howard well knew, Captain Greg Holmes had a resolute faith in the American people, even if

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FOR NEW YORK 157 he did believe them to be a bit slow-witted in comprehending some things. Ever since the big German drive, Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton had been elsewhere. At times their aeroplane was seen in the sky at a distance . Thrice the officers around General Carleton's headquarters had, through field glasses, watched the work of Tom and Harry in harassing the aircraft that tried to locate the concealed batteries on the Palisades. That afternoon Bert applied for and received permission fo take his troop and the horses on an afternoon practice march. It was necessary to do this in order to keep the horses in condition. He was directed to march his troop not more than eight miles southward, then back again to General Carleton's headquarters. ''And if our headquarters have shifted once more by the time you get back,'' laughed Captain Anstey, who gave the order, "I hope you won't have much difficulty in locating us. At the sound of anything like a general engagement of unusual severity, you will, of course, report at once by telephone to see if you are wanted for immediate return." As far south as this the main roads were still left open, though already laid with dynamite mines for opening and connecting with trenches at a moment's warning.

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158 IN THE BATTLE The march led through Bronx County. As the troop proceeded Howard saw vast numbers of men-civilians-toiling and sweating, busily digging long and complicated systems of trenches under the direction of engineer sol diers. Many of the diggers scowled as though they did not relish their jobs. While the troop was proceeding at a walk, Captain left Joe in command, and turned into a :field where he saw an engineer officer sitting in saddle, watching a large area of work through :field glasses . Veteran and youngster gravely exchanged salutes. ''Looks like a busy scene, doesn't it 1 '' smiled the Captain of Engineers. "It just struck me, sir, that it didn't look as though the Army intends to give up New York right away.'' "You may be sure, Captain, that we won't give it up until we have to. Whether that will be in a week, a month, or never-who can say How many men do you suppose we have at work doing these trench-digging stunts 7'' ''Thousands, certainly,'' Bert pondered. "In New York and Brooklyn we have impressed three hundred thousand civilians. They're kicking like steers, too, though each ' citizen so impressed receives full laborer's pay."

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160 IN THE BATTLE Captain .Alton laughed as he went on: "Laborer's pay' That's the huge joke! Some of these men who are digging and scowling at the same time are business and profes sional men earning large incomes in ordinary times. We've simply picked these men up on the streets-have even marched them out of their houses. When they kick over having to do forced labor we ask them why they didn't see to it, years ago, that their congressmen voted for real preparedness against war. But this forced labor has a good effect on enlistments.'' ''You are enlisting heavily in New York''' ''General Hood has a hundred enlistment offices open. Men of sense feel that they'd sooner enlist than be compelled to labor in the trenches.'' -''But where is the equipment for these new recruits to come from, sirf" Bert asked won deringly. "From the front," sighed Captain .Alton. ''Every time a soldier is badly wounded, or killed, and his gun is saved, it is sent in, along with his belt, canteen, haversack, etc. We have two and four-tenths recruits for each complete equipment thus sent back. In other words, from our casualties about twenty-eight thousand rifles have been saved, and we now have

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FOR NEW YORK 161 about sixty-seven thousand men in training in Central Park and elsewhere. Of course, we are going to be able to arm only twenty-eight thousand of these men, and, when they are hurt, we have other recruits to take their places. New York is a stubborn old town, and, unless . the Germans play some unexpected prank upon us we are likely to hold out for quite a whiler At least, we have population enough to draw upon for some time in order to keep our fighting force up to a hundred thousand men. If we can get ammunition and food as fast as we can raise fighting men in this town we may be able to worry the enemy a good deal.'' Of course no such information was permitted to see the light of day in any of the newspapers. It was the first really cheering news young Howard had heard. When he reached camp at supper time that evening Prescott, Holmes and others were greatly interested in the news. ''Even new troops can be used for some jobs," Greg admitted heartily. "And any army is always stronger when it has an abund ance of labor without having to draw upon :fighting men to do workingmen 's tasks. Howard, my lad, I hope your troop will be ordered to take other practice hikes, if you can always 11-2 Conquest.

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162 IN THE BATTLE bring back such good news. You've put a lot of new hope into my jaded system!'' CHAPTER XV TROUBLE ACROSS THE RIVER THOUGH Prescott's battalion and the Gridley troopers had a few days of comparative ease at Carleton's headquarters, the main fighting to the northward had by no means slackened . The morning after Bert's cheering news items had reached these young officers, the enemy essayed another big drive. This time Dick Prescott's men and the Gridley troopers were hurried out in support of other troops, instead of being sent to the :first :fighting line. The assault, though a desperate one, was checked after the Germans had made an ad vance of an average of a quarter of a mile along the entire front. Ten minutes after the enemy had themselves in their new positions the earth once more rocked under the drive of three hundred tons of dynamite set off simultaneously. The German commander had a few thousand less effective troops after the blasts were set off. "Our friends, the enemy, must have thought

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FOR NEW YORK 163 we had dropped that sort of humor," chuckled Captain Holmes. "It is just as well, every now and then,, to refresh their minds with the fact that this country is the world's largest p:W: ducer of dynamite.'' Young Captain Prescott, as soon as his battalion and the troop were ordered back to Carleton's h eadquarters, took an instant's view of the sky, then vanished into a tent, busying himself over a drawing board. "Don't ask me what the Captain is up to," Greg warned one of the lieutenants of the bat talion, on whose face he saw a wondering look. "Our battalion commander, of late, has deve l oped a great fondness for his drawing board, and that is about as much as I can tell you on the subject.'' The next morning, though few around Carleton's headquarters knew the reason why, Reade and Hazelton , who had come in the night be fore, started away soo n after daylight. Their fligh t l ed them due west, and they were traveling in the same direction when they vanish e d. "Why are they going west, Dick ? " Captain Greg Holmes asked. "For all I know, they're going west to fol low Horace Greeley's advice and grow up with the country,'' laughed Prescott. "Then Tom didn't tell you anything ? "

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164 IN THE BATTLE "He never does discuss General Carleton's orders with me.'' Two hours later other news filtered into camp that caused much wonder and some dismay. The President of the United States, with his cabinet officers and the members of Congress were now in Cincinnati, where the national government had been suddenly established. ..All the more important government archives had gone west with them. Every important Federal official was now out of Washington. The shifting of the government to the new capital had required nearly forty passenger trains and more than sixty long freight trains. "Then the government must have extremely good reasons for knowing that it is no longer safe in the Eastern States,'' commented a grizzled old colonel at headquarters. In some mysterious way the news got beyond the officers and reached tke soldiers in the trenches. ''Then this part of the country h _as gone up the spout, and Washington knew it,'' was the sage conclusion reached by the fighting men. At first many were utterly depressed by the news, though an hour later Uncle Sam's boys in the trenches had forgotten all except the stern duties in hand. It was evening when Reade and Hazelton re-

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FOR NEW YORK 165-turned. Making a landing, both went swiftly to General Carleton's office, where they remained a long time. When the pair came out they walked over to Prescott's battalion headquarters. ''There is big news,'' began Reade, ''and we are not under orders to ke e p it secret. We have been north to-day on a long scouting trip." ''You went west,'' Greg interposed. "True," . Tom nodded, "but that was only until we were out of sight. The Germans have been thoroughly annoyed by the American ar tillery fire from the Palisades, and by the failure of their attempts to cross the river on pon toons. They have rebuilt the railroads in Mas sachusetts. Reinforcements are coming to them constantly at Boston. The enemy must be determined to take the nearby parts of J er sey, for they have shipped at least forty thousand fresh troops from Boston to Albany, and these same troops are now marching down on the west bank of the river. They will soon be due in the region of the Palisades. We be held them on the march to-day. That is all I know. Now, as to what I guess. General Hood cannot hold these present lines and at the same time throw across the river a force sufficient to hold in complete check the German force that is .

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166 IN THE BATTLE marching down the river. My guess is that either he will have to abandon New York, and escape with this army while he can, or else he will have to sit by and permit the Germans to march down the river, and capture our Pali sades positi6ns. In the latter case the retreat of this army will be cut off, and it will be only a question of how long it can hold out before it surrenders.'' "If General Hood surrenders this army," Dick r e turned, ''then the nucleus or our only real fighting army will be in the enemy's hands and the war will be as good as over-decidedly against Uncle Sam! It would be better busi ness, ten times over, to let the Germans have New York than to lose this army, which is now one of s e asoned and capable fighting veterans." "It would be a shame to surrender this army," Captain Holmes agreed : "Ye t if we retreat su c cessfully, what The Germans would take New York, leave a small army here to hold the city, and s e nd the great balance of their present forces on to fight us at the next stand. It would be about as good tactics t o have us wiped out at this point as at another." "Then, Captain," spoke up one of the youn g est lieutenants, ''are you in favor of the army remaining here and fighting to the last "My boy," r es ponded Gr e g kindly, "I am in

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FOR NEW YORK 167 favor of doing whatever I'm ordered to do. I'm entitled to an opinion of my own, but I have absolutely nothing to do with giving or ders, or counsel, further than the limits of the company that I command.'' At a later hour that evening, an officer who had been to New York on a special mission ar rived just before Prescott and his officers were about to turn in for the night. ''We 're on the move,'' he announced. ''Ever since sundown General Hood has been moving troops across to New Jersey at a furious rate. Baggage has gone by the ferries, but the troops themselves have been moved through the tubes under the river. The under-river service is simply congested, the movement of troops being so heavy." ''Then I wonder where the troops come from 1 " Dick mused aloud. "I haven't heard of, or observed, any movements of troops from our :fighting line.'' "It's my opinion," declared the officer, "that the evacuation of the Army of New York is under way. Up to this noon I believed that we could keep the enemy out of New York, at least for several weeks to come.'' The news was disquieting, from whatever as pect viewed. Yet these soldiers did not allow their personal feelings to sway them too much.

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168 IN THE BATTLE It was their duty to obey and die-nothing more. The conduct of the war lay between General Hood and the Federal government. Just b e fore midnight Captain Anstey, from headquarters, aroused Captain Bert Howard, informing him that his atte ndance at General Carleton's office was desired at once. Within .five minutes the cadet officer presented him self. ''Captain Howard,'' d e mand e d the division -commander, "do you b e li e v e that your troop, thrown out as scouts on the New Jerse y side, can hold in che c k the main body of the German .army coming down the "No, sir," repli e d Howard seriously, "but I b e li e ve that the Gridl e y cad e t troop can go wh erever . sent and remain fighting as long as it lasts." "'l1hat will be even mor e than I am going to -require of you," smiled the g e neral. "I have orders from General Hood, and for one part of the work I immediat e ly thought of you." Touching a bell, General Carleton ordered the orderly, who instantly entered, to summon Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton. The two birdmen were in the room almost at once. "Captain Howard," continued the general. ''Reade and Hazelton will be stationed across the river in the morning. They have over-

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FOR NEW YORK 169 hauled the wireless on their flier, and will report to me to-morrow by wireless. They will frequently be near enough to you to signal you my orde rs. As we do not want the Germans to know what the orders are, a special code of signals will be used. I will now describe to you the various signals that Reade and Hazelton may find n e cessary to display to you." ''Shall I write the signals down, General 1'' B ert inquired. ''Yes; you may do that for m e morizing afterward, but I want you to burn your list of signals b efore you leave this building. There must be no possibl e risk of the code falling into the hands of any of the enemy's spies.'' The r eupon the signals were agree d upon. Bert care fully made a list, which h e afterward memoriz e d before burning the written sheet. Afterward General Carleton gave the young troop commander e nough information about General Hood's and his own New Jerse y plans to cause Howard to open his eyes wide in as tonishment • "Now, then, Captain Howard, is everything plainly understood by you 1 '' "Yes, sir. May I presume to offer a suggestion? It may not be worth your listening to." "In that case, Captain Howard, it will be very different from other things I have heard

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170 IN THE BATTLE . from you," was General Carleton's kindly re sponse. Bert made his suggestion, one that had poppe d into his active mind while the signals were being discussed. ' "Why, really, Captain, I think you have hit upon a plan of possibly great importance!" ex. claimed General Carleton. "I shall call in those of my staff who are still astir and let them hear your idea. Then I shall telephone it to General Hood. You may' wait in the next room. Mr. Reade and Mr. Hazelton, you are at liberty to turn in for your rest if you de, sire.'' "Since I know what Howard's plan is, Gen eral, I would enjoy waiting until I have Joi.eard the verdict on it," pleaded Tom. "Very good, Mr. Reade. You and Mr. Hazelton are at liberty to remain if you prefer.'' It was half an hour later when Bert Howard was again summoned to General Carleton's office. ''My staff were able to suggest some slight improvements on your plan, Captain Howard,'' was the division commander's report. "GenHood has given his emphatic sanction to the plan, and was good enough to add his personal thanks to you for your sugge:stion. You are to marc h your troop from here at four

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FOR NEW YORK 171 this morning. Five minutes before that hour Captain .Anstey will hand you the papers you need; they will be prepared while you sleep . .And now to your blankets, Captain Howard! I will add only that, if you carry out your new mission as well as you have done your work in the past, neither you nor I will have occasion for regret. Good luck to you, Captain!'' To Bert's amazement the veteran campaigner held out his right hand to his junior officer. Then happy, indeed, but ready to secure the rest of his sleep, Bert hastened to his ' tent, gave the new orders to the bugler of the guard, and was quickly asleep, to be awakened at three o'clock in the morning. He was up at the first note of the bugle call. There was hasty breakfast, prepared by others than the troopers, a quick assembly, roll call, and the formation for the march southward. In the nick of tilpe Captain .Anstey arrived, handing Bert an envelope bulging with papers. Out. rode the troop in column, moving, at the outset, at a walk. "You appear uncommonly happy for a fel low who has been called to saddle after half the right amount of sleep,'' said Joe. . "Happy, Captain Bert demanded, with quiet glee. "My friend and brother offi-cer, if we succeed on to-day's mission we shall ..

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172 IN THE BATTLE -well, we shall do more than any play ed-out troop of cavalry ever before accomplished in war time.'' "That's a big order," comment e d mystified Lieutenant Wright. But Bert only laughed gleefully. CHAPTER XVI THE ERRAND OF MYSTERY "T EN o'clock,'' mused Lieutenant Joe, glancing at his watch. ''Since four this morning we've traveled forty mile s, and our horse s are still fresh,'' commented Captain Bert, as the two rode at the head of the troop. "Pretty good cavalry work, eh'" "Humph!" returned Lieutenant Wright. "How some of our forefathers would have gasped at the idea of campaigning in this fashion. We rode a mile and a half, soon after daylight this morning, and loaded our horses on to a freight train. Rode barely a mile in the city, then loaded our horses, with a guard, on a ferry-boat, and the rest of us took a train through a tube under the river. When we met our horses on the other side, they were still breakfasting. Presently we rode another mile,

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FOR NEW YORK 173 put our horses in the express cars of a trolley line and traveled a good many miles. And now we are up in the hills, having ridden another two miles . And if your conclusions as to the road are right we haven't more than another :five miles to go in saddle.'' "Hardly more than four," Bert corrected. ''And, really, what we are expected to do sounds almost foolish.'' "What are we expected to do" Joe ventured to ask. "I was told not to make that knowledge general," Bert smiled. "However, you'll soon see what we are going to do." ''And are we out here, ahead of the American army, and without support'' "You'll soon have an answer to that last question," Bert replied, glancing back at the troop, which was coming along, at a walk, in column of twos. Bert and Joe had just begun to climb a low hill. As they reached the top of it Bert looked backward, then directed his comrade's gaze in the same direction. This hill top commanded a good view of two roads for nearly three miles to the rear. "Why, there are thousands of men coming!" gasped Joe. ''How could General Hood spare so many troops for New Jersey"

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174 IN THE BATTLE "He had them to spare," said Bert mysteri ously. "And on other roads there are more troops coming forward.'' ''Look just under the crest of that next hill!'' urged vV right suddenly. ''Am I dreaming, or do I see signs of guns posted there'' "It's not a dream," Bert smiled. "There should be two batteries along that line. ''And there are more batteries over a front of several miles. Now, what do you think about being un-supported" As the Gridley boys gained the next hill top salutes were exchanged between them and the officers of the two batteries. "\i\lhy, there are trenches beyond!" cried Wright, as they topped this second hill and he caught sight of the familiar brown streaks across the terrain. ''I can see campaign hats, too. \i\lhew ! This part of New Jersey must have as many troops as there are guarding New York City." ''There are plenty of troops on this side of the river," Bert answered quietly. "Are you still uneasy about support'' "Not a bit," came heartily from Joe. ':rhrough two lines of trenches the cavalry rode, the highway being still open for passage. These trenches, though they displayed formid able looking parapets, had been hastily made

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FOR NEW YORK 175 and were evidently not intended to be held long against a resolute enemy . Yet both lines swarmed with soldiers, who cheered lustily when they saw the single troop of cavalry youngsters ride on into the op en country. Past the hill, in the next depression of the road, and stretching out into fie lds and woods as far as the eye could see were thousands of laborers busy with digging tools. In the roadway ahead of them, as they came up, Bert recognized the shoulder straps of an officer of the Regular Army and brought up his hand smartly in salute . Then, in a twinkling, young Howard knew the officer. ''Lead the troop on, Joe,'' murmured Bert. "I'll soon catch up with you." Saying this, the Gridley leader rode over be side the Regular officer. "Your work to-day, Captain Alton, is not a secret to me,'' Bert began the conversation, and added a few words to show that he spoke the truth. "It is likely to be a strenuous day here, isn't it?" chuckled the engineer officer. "You see. I still have thousands of impressed men doing the work for me.'' "May I inquire if you have been long at work here?'' Bert continued. "I have no objection to telling you, Captain

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176 IN THE BATTLE Howard, since you already know the g e n eral's plans. My company, and a few oth e rs, with our mobs of impress e d laborers, have already laid six lin es. W e have two more to lay, this and on e behind it, and then we are through and unde r orders to return to New York. I envy you, young man. You are going to b e abl e to remain and s ee the fun.'' "I wish, sir, that you might also have a chance to remain.'' "No chanc e," sighed Captain Alton. "There is still too much work on the New York sid e waiting for m e . But what if the plan doesn't work-eh, "If it doesn't work, sir," returned Bert, his face clouding momentarily, ''it looks to me as if New York must fall and the Army of New York be captured as well." ''Then the fates grant that the work more than succeeds!" uttered Captain Alton fer vently. A few more words and Bert spurred his horse forward, quickly regaining the head of his troop. His alert eyes turning skyward showed him the red planes of the Reade-Hazelton machine flying behind him, moving rapidly north. As the plane passed overhead, at an altitude of half a mile, one of the daring aviators, with :field glasses at his eyes, must have

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FOR NEW YORK 177 recognized the Gridley troop, for he waved a; long streamer frantically by way of salute. "That Reade-Hazelton combination of nerve and dash is worth several full regiments of men!" cried Joe enthusiastically. "To-day," said Bert mysteriously, "I have hopes that Reade and Hazelton will show them selves to be worth a whole division of seasoned troops.'' Soon after the red planes were out of sight in the distance . .At the edge of a line of woods, well in ad vance of the engineer parties, Joe feasted his eyes on another long line of trenches, filled with infantrymen. "It would hearten the brave fellows, :fighting in the trenches north of New York, who believe ' that defeat is so close, if they could see this," he said wistfully. Then, as his alert eyes continued to scan the scene, he exclaimed: ''Bert, if, after a little :fighting, the men who now occupy that long line of trenches are ordered to withdraw, they can duck into the woods where the Germans can't easily see them!'' ".All of to-day's work has been carefully planned," Howard replied, without explaining any of the things that his first lieutenant was , "dying" to know. As they came to the top of the next hill, . 12-2 Conquest.

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178 IN THE BATTLE where stood three oaks and a chestnut tree, young Howard drew from a pocket a map of this part of the country. Studying it, he located three landmarks that were tG guide him. "You may not know it, Joe," remarked the young captain, as he folded the map and re placed it, "but we're now outsid e the American lines. All the support we now have on earth is behind us.'' ''On earth'' Joe repeated, catching at the phrase. "What do you mean by that" ''I mean that Reade and Hazelton, and a few other aviators, may give us excellent support from the sky.'' "But their fighting support wouldn't do us any good," Joe declared. "What is our job now To keep on ahead and engage the entire advance guard of the approaching enemy" "Wait and see," Bert laughed teasingly. They were riding through a level country now, which continued level for two miles or more. To the east of them the ground was high and well above the river level. At last, after another close perusal of the map as he rode, Bert put it away and glanced fixedly at a slight rise in the terrain ahead. Then he called Joe's attention to it. "When we near that little rise of ground,"

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FOR NEW YORK 179 he explained, "we shall halt and wait for the Germans.'' "It's pretty open looking country," observed Wright. "When the Germans get close they won't have any difficulty in seeing us.'' "We want them to see us," was Bert's pro voking answer. Just before the rise was gained, Bert gave the bugler the sign to sound the halt. Then he passed the word for the troop officers to join him. "Gentlemen," Bert began, "I will give you your orders. You will each lead your own platoon in what follows, and, as you march your platoons away you will explain your orders to your non-commissioned officers and your men.'' Bert then hastened to outline the work ap pointed for the Gridley troop. Sergeant Dixon and five men he sent off toward the Hudson River. The other platoons, at the word, marched separately off to the west across a field. It took fully three-quarters of an hour to post the troop to orders. They were scattered over a front some three miles long, all of the troopers concealing themselves and their horses for the present, though at points where they could quickly show them-

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180 IN THE BATTLE . selves to the enemy when the moment for the display arrived. The men were posted in pairs. During the time of the posting Captain Bert Howard sat alone in saddle in the middle of \ the road. He could see Dixon's nearest post, riverward, and the nearest post to the west of him. The remainder of his troop had vanished. ''Is there really a chance in the world for today''s scheme to turn out the Gridley cadet captain asked himself anxiously. Then . his face lightened as he chuckled: "If it does succeed, won't the Germans be mad when they find out!'' CHAPTER XVII IN THE JERSEY EARTHQUAKES ACCORDING to orders, Lieutenant Joe Wright, at last, returned to his chum in the road. ''Do you know,'' grumbled the first lieuten ant, ''this seems to me to be the most foolish maneuver I ever saw or heard ' .'Probably it would be, if you and I had planned it,!' retorted Captain Howard. "But' it happens to be General Carleton's plan, and, so far, I doubt if you have observed any-

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FOR NEW YORK 181 ' thing very foolish about , that efficient old soldier." ''Oh, I'm not complaining,'' Joe made haste to say. ''All that really roils me is to be so much in the dark. Why, I don't even know who our commanding officer is.'' ''Then I'll introduce him,'' propos ed the other Gridley boy. "He is Cadet Captain Albert Howard.'' "Of course I know that, stupid!" snapped Joe, availing himself of the lic ense of speech . that existed between the two chums excep t when formally on duty as captain and lieuten ant. "What I meant is, who commands this big reserve army that I've seen large signs of to-day? Who is direct commander of the Army in New J ersey?'' ''General Carleton, Joe. He didn't leave New York as early as we did, for he has auto mobiles at his disposal. Just the same I imagine that he and his staff are somewhere between here and Hoboken at this mom.ent." Half an hour later Bert caught sight of a speck in the sky to the northward that caused him to bring forth his field glasses and take a long look. ''Reade and Hazelton are coming back,'' he reported. "I imagine that their return means: business.''

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182 IN THE BATTLE Gradually the speck came nearer. By the time that the aircraft was within three or four miles o.:: them, two long, narrow streamers fluttered from the lower plane. ''That means,'' interpreted Bert, ''that they are passing over the German army now. Un doubtedly Reade has been north far enough to see the entire enemy force on this side of the river." "It's odd, then, that there are no enemy aircraft up and attacking him,'' mused Joe. ''Probably that is because the Germans wish Reade and Hazelton to see how big their force is,'' Bert remarked. ''Sometimes an accurate report on the force of the enemy is enough to discourage the defenders at the outset. There! They're after him now!" Bert suddenly uttered, as half a dozen Fokkers rose swiftly from the New York side of the river. ''And there come a fleet of our own airships from the south," Joe reported, glancing back. "If Reade can get this far he is likely to have plenty of friendly support.'' ''He '11 get here, all right,'' concluded Bert, after a careful study of the changing positions of the German and American craft. ''Reade brings us our instructions. When he gives the word, we speak our little piece and then run soon afterward.''

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FOR NEW YORK 183 Reade flew over their heads, the same two streamers pendant from the planes of his air ship. He met the approaching American flyers, then wheeled and returned with them . Almost over the heads of the two troop officers, the rival fleets engaged each other sharply with their machine guns. Reade and Hazelton did an al most unaccountable thing. Instead of remaining in the fight they drove their craft sharply to the westward, then came lazily back as the American flyers drove their enemies across the Hudson. But more Fokkers flew to the scene of conflict and more American flyers came up from the south. As the oncoming enemy dre w nearer, the two air fleets fought savagely . Two American craft and one German aeroplane were sent earthward. "Look at that!" uttered Joe dismally. ''Though our airships outnumber the enemy, and could hold their ground, they're retreating southward.'' "It may possibly be," hinted Bert1 smiling, ''that Genera l Carleton wants the German bird-men to see something of the size of the army he commands.'' "Oh!" uttered Lieutenant Joe. "Say, I be li eve you 're right," he added, a little later. ''See, some of the Fokkers are sailing west ward, as though to continue their

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184 IN THE BATTLE -0f our troops and positions,'' he continued. Joe presently noted that he had lost track of the red planes of Reade and Hazelton. It was not until fifteen minutes later that he once more Caught sight of that enterprising craft heading south, coming over the German lines. ''Better see if your cinch needs tightening,'' . advised Bert, himself leaping to the ground and hauling the cinch band as tight as he could under his mount's body. Joe followed suit; then both troopers sprang into their saddles. As the red planes of the ''suicide bird' ' came nearer, Bert Howard did not remove his gaze from them. The big, bird-like thing was nearly overhead when three long, white stream ers were shaken loose from the platform. "There's our signal," voiced Howard, drawing his automatic and firing two shots into the ground. Sergeant Dixon's nearer post an swered with two shots; so did the nearer post to the west. Along the three-mile front the signal of two pistol shots was swiftly repeated. ''Forward,'' commanded Bert. At a trot the two cavalry officers rode to the -crest of the rise of ground. Before them the terrain stretched out flat, showing a straight road more than a mile ahead. Just coming into sight was the head of a considerable force of German cavalry.

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FOR NEW YORK 185 Of course the enemies caught sight of each other at the same instant. The flash of the sun could be s e en on the lenses of a glass that a mounted German officer l e veled at the young Gridley officers sitting in saddle in plain sight. ''I hope they don't turn a siege gun loose on us," uttered Joe dryly. "Siege guns rarely travel with a cavalry patrol," Bert smiled. "See, there goes an or derly or officer back to signal the n e ws to the supports.'' Across the fields, to the right and l e ft, other German column heads were now visible. ''How soon are you going to turn and "When Reade gives the signal." ''I hope he won't forget, or loaf on the job!'' hinted Lieutenant Joe Wright, glancing over his should e r at the red plan e s, which were mov ing behind the American cavalry line. By this tim e the Germans, advancing over a front many miles long, had caught sight of all the conspicuously posted cavalry observers. The sight of these lonely pairs of troopers must have sorely puzzled many German officers who beheld them. What could be the American de fense plan, that these observers, now their work was accomplished, did not retreat? ''Thank goodness, Reade and Hazelton are not asleep," uttered Joe, soon after. "There

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186 IN THE BATTLE they go, obliquely, out toward the Germans again.'' It did not take the commander of the enem y cavalry column long to receive his orders. Sud denly the Germans moved forward at a trot. Joe now observed that Bert sat with revolver in his right hand, while his left hand, thrust through the bridle loop, held a long, bulky, official-looking envelope. Making a swift turn, Reade came back. From his platform an American flag of large size sud denly broke out. Bang! bang! sounded Bert's automatic. He dropped it in his holster as the two shots were echoed to right and l eft, sending the signal along the lin e . ''Come on, Joe ! '' shouted Howard, wheeling and riding fast. Wright fell in behind his chief. ''Hold on, there!'' bellowed Lieutenant Joe, his voice fairly shaking with excitement. "You've dropped that enve lope!" It lay on the ground. wright reined in, intending to dismo1mt and pick it up. "If you dare to pick that up," threatened Bert, reining in, whe e ling his horse and glaring, ''I'll shoot you, old chum!'' "What--" began Lieutenant Wright, in amaz ement .

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FOR NEW YORK 187 "Let it lie there! Ride as fast as you can!" As Bert started ahead again, Joe followed, though not without misgivings. Had his friend gone suddenly ''See here,'' blurted Wright, as he dashed up alongside his chief. "Will you be good enough to--" ''Joe, you simpleton,'' laughed Bert, ''I carried that enve lop e on purpose to drop it in the road. Did it show plainly as it lay "Of course it did!" ''Good enough . Then the Germans will pick it up. It is intended for them to discover." A new, queer look came into Joe Wright's face. "Bert," he gasped solemnly, as they con tinued to ride hard, "sometimes, I know, I could give points to an asylum for the feebl e minded. But why didn't you tell me you were going to drop the "Because I thought you'd be so close to me that you wouldn't see me drop it. Fortunately, the rise in the ground screened us from the Germans. W want them to think that we lost it in sheer fright and the desire to get away." As they rode the chums noted that the red planes of the ''suicide bird'' were now well to the south of them in the sky. Reade had car-

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188 IN THE BATTLE ried out the whole of his mission with the Grid ley troopers. Two or four at a time the Gridley troopers joined them on the flanks. These were the men of Joe's first platoon. Bob Potter was to l ea d in the second platoon by another road and join them behind the American lines. When Bert and Joe, with a few troopers already riding at their heels, reached the first trenches the soldiers there again cheered them. Then on the troopers rode to the place where they had last seen Captain Alton. That engineer officer and his mobs of laborers had van ished. Evidently their work was done. It was time for the fight to open, and open it surely did, with results that brought the entire line into action. Behind them the men in the outer line of trench es opened fire on the German cavalry patrol. Field guns, hidden in the woods, added their contribution of death and disaster. The preliminary engagement was on, for, though the cavalry quickly retreated from this hostile reception, the German infantry supports were quickly pushed up. For five minutes, most of the time at long range, the men in the outer trench def ens es maintained their fire. Then they vacated the outer trench, retreating into the woods. Their

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FOR NEW YORK 189 casualties had thus far been few, for the German infantry was at long range and the enemy artillery had not yet joined in. The retreating soldiers re-formed back of the double line of trenches. Bert and his first platoon were already a quarter of a mile to the rear of the double trench line, resting in a stretch of woods, and here Lieutenant Potter soon appeared with the second platoon. A few minutes passed. The American aviators, returning to their task, signaled that the Germans were again advancing, and also sig naled the positions and ranges of all the enemy batteries so far located. Then came surprise number one from Uncle Sam's little bag of tricks. Had an earthquake suddenly struck this rising ground of New The ground rocked, the air was jarred by the awful force of one of the heaviest lines of mines the Ameri cans had yet exploded in this war. From two score points, clouds of dirt, mixed with m1:1-ngled portions of human bodies, shot up into the air high enough for all in the trenches to behold . The American aircraft had signaled for the explosion of such of the mines as had been reached by the enemy masses of troops. Following the blasts came a heavy fire from

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190 IN THE BATTLE German field batteries, but the enemy infantry did not yet advance. Not with fright, but with eagerness and from sheer suspense, Bert Howard trembled as he sat on the grass holding his horse's bridle. His legs shook under kim as he rose to his feet, staring breathlessly, though the forest hid his view of the operations. "Is it going to he gasped inwardly. ''The fate of our Army depends upon the re sults to-day!" CHAPTER XVIII THE OF ALL BATTLES A GAIN the American airships displayed signals of a new code invented for the day's use. The Germans were advanc ing once more; the signals told the kinds, num .. bers and locations of enemy commands in the leading line. Again explosions shook the earth. ''Most of those blasts were in the second line ! '' Bert told himself. Another long pause, and more blasts. Ger-

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FOR NEW YORK 191 man Fokkers came out over the American line, but swarms of American birdmen went after them, the red planes of the Reade-Hazelton craft being most conspicuous in the fierce work of assailing the enemy air scouts. Thanks to good air work the Germans were kept from getting any very valuable information as to what was going on behind the American advanc e d lines. ''Whe n are we going to get demanded the soldiers in the double trenches impatiently. More signals were displayed from the air. Military observers sent orders and information traveling over the military telephone wires. "That's funny!" muttered Lieutenant Joe. ''Earlier to-day we seemed only too anxious to let the German aircraft sail over our positions. Now we let them have only a peep.'' ''That was because,'' Bert smiled his an swer, "at that time we wanted them to see what we had to show. Now we don't want the enemy observers to see what is going on in--" The remainder of his was literally drowned out in the awful commotion that shook the air. What was happening here was also happening over a front many miles long. For half an hour, even the enemy batteries were silenced. Some of them, for that matter, were silenced for good and all. With woods be-

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192 IN THE BATTLE tween them and the enemy, the soldiers in the double trenches at this point found something woefully uncanny. If the enemy were near at hand, yonder, why didn't they try to fight? The American aircraft were now flying at a speed just sufficient to keep them in the air. No signals came from them. Plainly the halted enemy was doing nothing important. Had the Germans cared to do so, they might have busied themselves in burying their dead, who, thanks to the dynamite blasts, now numbered at least two thousand, while nearly three thousand more were wounded. At the end of the half hour of uncanny silence a terrific bombardment began. In the double trenches the soldiers stirred restlessly. Half a dozen of them leaped out and came tearing back, until intercepted by the Gridley troopers in the woods. "What are you fellows doing?" Joe de manded angrily, glaring at the desertm-s his troopers had stopped. "It ain't human!" declared one spokesman. "We can't stand anything like that. If the Germans want to fight why don't they come up and fight T Filling the air with those shrieking shells isn't human, I tell you:'' "Why, confound you," roared Joe, "you're

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FOR NEW YORK 193 a rookie-just a plain rookie, and scared stiff at that." "Of course I'm a rookie," the fellow admit ted. ''So are all the rest of us.'' '' Get back to your trench,'' Joe ordered,, drawing his automatic. '' B-h-b-ut, they're filling that trench up with shells. It isn't human, I tell you. A lot of our fellows have been hit, and some of 'em killed, at that, and--" ''Get back to your trench, on the jump, all of you," warned Lieutenant Wright, cocking his weapon and raising it, ''or not one of you will care what a shell may do to you after I've got through with you. Start-fast!" There was a quality in Joe's voice, a look in his eyes, that did not admit of misunderstand ing. Slinking, these few deserters turned and made their way back to duty. "I wonder how many of the rookies we have here to-day are muttered Joe, as he returned his weapon to its holster. ''Just about all of them,'' Bert admitted quietly. "To-day's battle is mainly a bluff as far as real fighting men go. We have some Regular batteries and a few companies of En grneers. The rest are about all rookies. Rookies count for a showing just as well as. veterans, don't 13-2 Co11q11est.

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194 IN THE BATTLE ''Yes,'' assented Joe, ''if the rookie army doesn't have to fight.'' "If we really have to fight," confeilsed Bert, ''this army is doomed!'' ''I wish I hadn't wanted to know so much,'' Joe confessed rather glumly. "Knowing that nearly all of our troops over here are the greenest kind of rookies, it makes me feel sure that we're in for a big walloping and the windup of the New York campaign.'' "I overlooked some three thousand trained infantrymen in my figures/' Bert interpos ed. "That might help for ten minutes, not more,'' Joe grumbled. ''The Germans are present in hosts.'' "What are we doing here, in particulad" asked Lieutenant Bob Potter. "It doesn't become us to say so," answered Howard, "but, as we have be . en under fire a few times, and are more or less seasoned, it strikes me that we 're b ein g held here to help give back bone to the rooldes if the day's affair comes to a real fight." ''A real fight isn't possible!'' Joe declared grumpily. "We haven't anything with which to fight a real army. I don't like this uncanny silence either . Our artillerymen, at any rate, might do something by keeping a few shells moving northward.''

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FOR NEW YORK 195 "Undoubtedly they have their orders to stop firing," Bert suggested. "It isn't exactly a state secret, now, that we're running very short of artillery ammunit--" Boom! It was a terrific racket, followed by continuous reverberations. "A new line of mines gone off!" exclaimed Howard, springing to his feet. ''My! t didn't even know the enemy was advancing." ''They must have suffered heavy loss that time," shouted Wright, above the din of the suddenly resumed German artillery fire. ''Still they are a long way from defeat. They've kept the range all right, and are mak ing the poor rookies in the trenches suffer a good deal.'' So accurate was the German gun fire that no shells came back as far as the position in the woods where the Gridley troopers were resting. This time the American artillery did not return the fire. The absence of German rifle fire was still noted. "Have I your permission, Captain, to climb a tree and try to see what is going Joe de manded. ''Pick your tree,'' smiled Bert, ''and I '11 take the second best one.'' Quickly both were climbing skyward. They had chosen the tallest trees in these woods. But

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196 IN THE BATTLE .ahead little was to be seen. It was when he turned to glance southward that Joe Wright received a shock that rendered him speechless. Catching Bert's glance, the Gridley first lieutenant could only point to the rear of their po sition. There was horror in his look. Having thus indicated his discovery, Wright .slid down to earth. Bert, too, having discovered all that it was possible to see, descended. "Licked, after all, just as I was sure we'd be," gasped Joe Wright. "Why do you say thaU" Bert asked. echoed Wright. "Didn't you see what I Didn't you see long columns of men at our rear heading back toward HoboIsn't that the first move in a general treaU So we give it up! We're going to draw and leave the Germans in possession of the field.'' As though to lend color to Joe's claim a staff officer rode up from the nearest military 'phone station. "Captain Howard," he directed, "you will call your men to horse. Mount and arrange your men in loose, open order, to lessen the danger of being hit by shell fire. But don't let a single man wander. We may need you to cover the road, for we are going to withdraw men gradually from the trenche s. Do not leave

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FOR NEW YORK 197 this position until further orders reach you." In silence, but with a face suggestive of inward disgust, Lieutenant Wright watched, as detac hm ent after d e tachm ent of recruits was ordered from the trenches. The y came back, crouching low and running. At a safe distance from the zone of shell fire they were halted, formed and marched away. Sailing back and forth, slightly to the north, the Reade-Hazelton aircraft was flying signals. What they were Bert did not know. None of thes e signals belonged to the code he had memorized. "If the Germans could only see what we're doing now it wouldn't take them long to reach here, mines or no mines,'' Joe uttered disgust edly. Ten minutes later, while the roads were full of withdrawing troops, the German artillery fire c eased suddenly. ''This silence is worse than noise,'' Joe com plained bitte rly. "But at any rate I know what I need to know-that we can't hold this line and are running away as fast as can be done in good order. The mystery to me is that the Germans allow it. Why don't they rush forward and gobble us Suddenly the Gridley boys noted a fac t for which they could not account. The Ameri ca n '

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198 IN THE BATTLE artillery opened fire, but what remained of the infantry maintained the same stolid silence. Then the same staff officer rode up with: ''Captain Howard, you will march your troop on the road by which you came, halting at the point where you left your transportation this forenoon.'' "Whipped out of our boots!" groaned Joe, as the troop swung into column. CHAPTER XIX +HE PLOT THAT BERT HATCHED WHEN Prescott's battalion and the Gridley cadet troop, released from further duty in New Jersey, had returned to divisional headquarters, the day's work, as was to be expected, was talked over in detail. A few of the staff officers had some things to add to the explanation. Captain Anstey, in particular, made a most astonishin g statement. As this officer of General Carleton's staff proce eded with his remarks, Joe Wright gazed at him in blankest amazement. "Let me try to get you right," Captain Anstey, Joe begged. "We ran away-marched back without firing a shot. I myself saw our

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FOR NEW YORK 199 troops retreating. Yet you say we won the day, and that we cleared New Jersey of the in vaders. Am I dreaming, or crfizy-or who's loon y now 1 '' , . , No such victory was ever won before," con tinued Anstey merrily. "And yet it was a sure enough victory. The German army that marched down through the State, entered New Jersey and tried to rout the rookie army, actu ally turned and went back up the river. To avoid expected pursuit and in order to cross the river safely, the German army in New Jersey marched almost all the way to Newburgh. They got there late last night, worn out. On their way up, the United States Military Academy at West Point, which they had re spected on the way down, was razed. They wrecked every building on the post.'' "Vandals!" hissed Greg Holmes. "Perhaps the Germans took a different view of the wrecking of West Point,'' Anstey went on quietly, but with deep feeling, for he loved the old Military Academy that had graduated him. "This forenoon the Germans crossed the river in the neighborhood of Newburgh, and are now marching down to reinforce the main German army that is now attacking us. We'll have that new army in front instead of on the flank. It's lucky, of course, that the Military

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200 IN THE BATTLE .Academy, all except the buildings, was moved westward at the outbreak of the war. This year's class and next year's were both graduated into the Army, and the two remaining classes are now studying furiously in the hope of being graduated well ahead of time that they may take part in this war. ''And the great part of it is,'' Anstey con tinued, to his audience, which consisted of Prescott and his officers and the three officers -0f the Gridley troop, "that our young friend, Howard, suggested the scheme that put the finishing touches to the success of yesterday.'' "Who BerU" demanded Joe, now more astounded than ever. Suddenly a great light dawned on him, and .he exclaimed : "Then I know when the trick was done. It was when our Gridley captain dropped that fat .envelope in the roadway.'' "Right," nodded Anstey with a chuckle. "I'll tell you about that, for I've an idea Howard wouldn't care to give the explanation." "I'm not ashamed of the trick," declared Bert, flushing slightly. "Naturally, you 're not," confirmed Anstey. , ''The trick was this : Young Howard asked General Carleton if it wouldn't be possible for headquarters to prepare a report, supposedly

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FOR NEvV YORK 201 signed by a colonel of engineers, and addressed to General Carleton, this report to state that sixty-two parallel lines of mines had been laid, at short intervals. The report went into detail as to the number of thousands of tons of dyna mite supposed to have been used in laying the mines. Appended were shorter reports, apparently from captains of engineers, showing that each had laid the number of lines of mines entrusted to him. These mines were numbered, and referred to mystical numbers on the military map. It was a bulky envelope, an
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202 IN THE BATTLE place. So the campaign in New Jersey proved a fizzle for the Germans, and the thanks are largely due to our young comrade, Howard.'' "Whee! That will make a rich story to write home!" chuckled Lieutenant Stratton of Prescott's battalion. In an instant Dick wheeled upon him. "That is not a tale to be sent home, Mr. Stratton. Do not mention it to any one else before this war is ended. Our generals might wish to use that trick again. Don't tell it to any one even here at headquarters. From be, ing stationed at division h eadquarters you are lik ely to hear a great deal that it would be risky, even disloyal, for you to repeat. Re member, Mr. Stratton and all yo'u young gen tlemen, that headquarters information is not to be repeated. Howard, I must congratulate you. You developed a piece of strategy of the first class. Had it not been for your little trick, the Germans would have smashed through our poor rookies.'' "Especially," chuckled Anstey, "as only about twenty-eight thousand of our rookies were armed with real :fighting tools. Some forty thousand men at the rear, marching for ward, didn't have a real gun or a cartridge." "They must have been the of men

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FOR NEW YORK 203 that I saw on the roads behind us yesterday forenoon!'' gasped Bert, a new light dawning on him. "Yes," nodded Captain Anstey. "They carried wooden guns. Each man had to make his own. But they marched along several roads, and from a distance they looked like fighting men. The German fliers were permitted to fly back far enough to see them. From the sky the men looked like real soldiers. So tb,e German commander in New Jersey thought that he was not only headed for a course of sixty-two mine lines, but that he was also marching into the teeth of a superior force. Do you marvel that he went Yet, without Howard's little trick, the men with the wooden guns couldn't have been used, for they would only have been marching to their assured deaths.'' "It must have been a big job to get sixty eight thousand rookies across the river again," said Bert thoughtfully. ''Only the twenty-eight thousand men with real guns came back," Captain Anstey ex plained. ''The forty thousand unarmed rook ies are now on their way further west, where they won't fall into German hands just yet.'' ''But some of them could be armed before long,'' Bert hinted. ''Surely, we shall have a

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204 IN THE BATTLE few thousand more fighting men killed or wounded whose rifles could be turned over to recruits.'' "We have men enough to take all the rifles released , by casualties,'' Anstey declared gravely. ''Those forty thousand men will come back if the government can find rifles and ammunition for them." ''Then it doesn't look as if New York could be captured," Bert suggested eagerly. "That's for time to show," said Anstey ahnost mournfully. "All I'm sure of is that, if we had sixty per cent as many men as the Germans and had munitions of war at the same rate, no German force could ever take New York City." ''One thing we have enough of, and are using well," grinned Prescott as he looked around at the others. "Our friends, the enemy, are beginning to feel a wholesome respect for American dynamite.'' "We have a few other things," suggested Greg Hohnes. "We have some of the greatest electrical plants in the world, and nearly un limited amounts of petroleum. If we can find satisfactory uses for electricity and petroleum we may yet be able to make the Germans feel sorry that they came." "\Ve have another splendid resource,'"

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FOR NEvV YORK 205 chimed in Anstey, "only so far we haven't found very many opportunities to use it in an aggressive way. In the eastern states w e have hundreds of thousands of automobil e s and motor trucks. So far we have been able to use them chiefly for service in running away from the enem y . But at least, by clearing every distric t of all motor vehicles, we have prevented the Germans from capturing and using the m against us. '' It was always pleasing to these young men to have Captain Anstey talk with the m in his rare periods of leisure. Anstey was stationed at headquarters, where h e heard every detail of the campaign discussed. He the r e fore knew almost everything about the campaign, and seldom hesitated to discuss his ascertained facts with the se loyal brothe r offic ers, who formed, usually, General . Cadeton 's military escort. Had they pos s essed the same privilege of listening at e nemy h eadquarters, these young officers would have discovered that the German Commander-in-chief also had his serious prob lems. In Germany there were huge armies of trained :fighting men waiting to be called to the colors. Had it been possible to call these men all at the same time, and to send them promptly

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206 IN THE BATTLE across the ocean, the United States would not even have had a respite. Our country could have been overrun along the Atlantic and Gulf coasts within a few weeks. But when armies are sent over seas, not alone must the soldiers be sent. Their equipment must also be sent with them. Food, too, must be shipped in enor mous quantities unless it is certain that food can be found plentifully enough in the country invaded. Field batteries, siege guns, mortars, flying machines-these are only some of the host of items for which an enemy invading over seas must :find ocean transportation. So the German commander-in-chief laying siege to New York knew that he must strike quickly and effectively. If he did not put his work through with dash, then he would give the Americans time to raise, train and equip armies superior in strength to his own. Up to date the German invaders had found themselves unable to move with the speed that had been laid down in the plans of the German War Office. Even unprepared Americans were a stubborn race to conquer. Even as the young officers at General Carleton's headquarters discussed the work of the day before, the German commander-in-chief sat frowning at the war maps spread on the table before him. He smoked in silence, always

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FOR NEW YORK 207 frowning, then at last sent for the members of his staff. ''Gentlemen,'' he announced, ''these incredi ble Yankees are harder to subdue than we had thought. Perhaps we looked for too easy a victory, and have not shown them how hard we can fight. From now on we shall give them no rest. If we cannot drive them back -and crush them, then I shall use our longest range guns to bombard New York City and lay it in ashes!" Hence it was that, about noon that day, every battery with the German army opened fire at the same time. In the American trenches the effect was fearful. The largest German shells landed ceaselessly along the first line of American trenches, tearing and levelling these fortifications. German rifles and machine guns swept the ground and parapets with sleeting storms of bullets. Wherever trenches were seriously damaged American soldiers laid aside the rifle for shovel and pick and strove valiantly to erect new earthworks, only to see the m again demolished. All the while that our soldiers labored, shrapnel burst overhead, the bullets from these mis siles causing widespread casualties. All this time General Hood and his subordinate generalS' looked for a German charge to begin soon. The Teutons, howe ver, remained

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208 IN THE BATTLE in their own trenches. The American trenches began to run blood. Anierican batteries replied as heavily as they could to the German bombardment, but our artillery ammunition was not plentiful, and was hourly running lower and lower. Stretcher men were busy. Surgeons, coat less, and with sleeves rolled up, labored nobly in the trenches. Some of the wounded were able to walk back. Others had to lie, wounded unto death, in the trenches for hours before the overworked stretcher bearers could handle them. As for the dead, where they hampered the living, it was necessary often to pick them up and toss them to the open ground 9ehind the trenches. "And they 're keeping us out of all that!" growled Sergeant Kelly, of Prescott's old com pany, as the news of the fight was given out at headquarters. "Don't let it bother you, Sergeant," advised Private Long Green. "We'll have our bit of it-make no mistake about that. When enough are dead up front we'll be moved up into the support, and from there to the first line. I never groan, Sergeant, about the fight that I don't happen to be in. '' ".An' that's because ye ar-re not a Kelly,"

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FOR NEW YORK 209 retorted the sergeant with good-natured con tempt. It was not until after dark, when two shattered battalions of infantry, many of the marching men wearing bloody bandages, limp e d back to divisional headquarters, there to rest and be treated, that Prescott was ordered forward . . Captain Bert Howard was ordered to leave a stable guard with the troop horses and to march the remainder of his men, as infantry, with and under Prescot t . "What did I tell you, Sergeant?" demanded Private Long Green as the two men passed each other on the way to assembly. "Our chance has come soon enough. We 're on our way to join the support, while yonder poor cripples sleep under the pretense of being a headquarters guard.'' "It's long enough we've been waiting," grumbled Sergeant Kelly. "I've a hundthre d and fifty cartridges that I'm wanting to slip through the hides of the Fritzies, to say nothing av the bayonet I've been honing the afternoon.'' "When this battalion swings out," Prescott shouted down the line, "you will start at route step, ordinary time. Before you've gone fifty feet the word will come for double time, and I'll keep you at that until we file into the com -14-2 Conquest.

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210 IN THE BATTLE munication trenches. Handle your wind, men, as well as you can, for you '11 need all your breath when you arrive at your stations. ''Fours, right forward, route step, march!'' thundered Prescott. The company commanders repeated it. Four companies of Regular infantry and a troop of dismounted cadet cavalry started-a trifling unit in the miles and miles of men who were being done to death on this night of explosive tempest! CHAPTER XX SERGEANT KELLY'S JOLT "THIS command will pass out to the right as the relief comes in at the left ! '' rang the voice of the directing staff officer. And so Prescott's little command took up, in numbers, the work of men who had been re duced to a fraction of their earlier numbers. ''We 're in the first line trenches,'' growled Private Long Green, not because he was afraid, but because he loved his ease better than fighting. '' Hurroo ! '' clicked Sergeant Kelly under his breath as he slipped back the bolt of his rifle and mounted to the firing platform.

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FOR NEW YORK 211 Captain Prescott was in that transverse, and so, too, was Captain Bert, for the Regular had said to him: "Let Mr. Wright handle the troop for a while. I'd like to have you beside me, for I may be able to show you, to-night, some of the uglier points of the soldier's stern work." Ever glad of any chance for instruc tion by this capable West Pointer, Bert hailed the order with silent delight. ''We expected,'' Dick bellowed in Howard's ear, ''that the Germans would start a charge within an hour after they began the bombard ment. It seems more likely now that the charge may not come until just before daylight. At present the enemy is using the tactics that are hardest on a poorly prepared enemy. They are keeping us under a sustained bombardment, hour after hour, with a view to racking our nerves completely. It's costly in ammunition, but I imagine the Germans have enough and to spare. It breaks us to pieces without risking so many of their own men. They may even drive us out of these trenches without having to charge to take them. '' ''If we had the same number and sizes of guns, and enough ammunition--'' Bert began. "In that case we might have silenced this

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212 IN THE BATTLE bombardment some hours ago . As it is--" But Prescott llad to interrupt himself, to spring forward. Two shells had just demolished some hundred feet of the trench. He shouted quick orders to Sergeant Kelly, who instantly laid down his rifle to take charge of men with picks and shovels . Within the first two minutes a good deal of the trench had been restored. At the end of five minutes the trench was nearly as good as before. After a quarter of an hour the men driven by Sergeant Kelly had made the trench better than ever. Half an hour later Captain Bert, his ears buzzing with the din of the hideous night, made his way along the trench until he had rejoined his own command. For the next ten minutes the enemy's bom bardment surpassed in frightfulness anything that had preceded it. It would have been madness just then for soldiers to attempt to fire. The Americans huddled low in their trenches, suffering frequent casualties . The German charge must now be coming soon . The waiting soldiers of Uncl e Sam silently fixed their b ayonets. Then the e nemy gun-fire lightened ever so little. As the Americans again attempted to man their firing platforms they discovered that t he enemy had advanced at least seventy-five

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FOR NEW YORK 213 yards, and were now in hastily built trenches which they were swiftly strengthening. But that move was a mistake. Information was telephoned bac k, and our :field b atte ries took up the matter with a speed and ac curac y that sent the Germans running back to their stronger trenches, leaving many dead and wounded on the :field. "They'll cha r ge the whole dis t ance next time," chuckled Lieutenant Joe, a _ s he and Bert watched the retreating e n e my. "I'd just as soon, sir, that they'd make up their minds to go bac k to Germany," sighed Private Baker, on .whose face there was the hard leer that comes to t h e soldi e r wh e n his attention has been too long fastene d on ghastly details . .At two o'clock in the morning the German bombardment gradually slacken e d until only :field-pieces and small mortars kept on :firing. The enemy was forced to wait until new, vast supplies of ammunition could be brought up. But Uncle Sam's :fighting m e n, not knowing that, wondered over the dela ye d German charge . . Machine gun :fire continued harder than ev e r from the German trenches. As this did no damage to the American d e fenders, save when they exposed thems e lv e s, orders were 'phoned

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214 IN THE BATTLE along the line to order the men from the firing platforms. ''Do me a favor and speak to me,'' begged Joe Wright as soon as the lull came. "I want to see if my eardrums are still working.'' ''Have you any doubt about it 1'' laughed Howard dully. . ''I'm inclined to doubt almost anything,'' sighed Joe. ''At one time I found myself wondering if I really knew my own name. 'This has been the most fearful night I've ever been through.'' ''And yet, after a bath, two or three hours' sleep and a good breakfast, you'd wonder if you had really been in a fight," Bert continued. "No; I shall never forget this fight!" Joe asserted positively. "Sir,"' asked Private Baker, saluting, "is there any objection to my lying down on the ground and catching a short nap T" His voice droned, his eyelids fluttered heavily. "Have you been hit 1" Bert inquired with interest. "No, sir; but I'm so sleepy that it doesn't seem as if I could stand up another instant.'' , To verify this statement Baker, utterly without willing it, sank to the ground in a heap. Joe straightened the poor fellow's legs out. In

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FOR NEW YORK 215 a jiffy the wearied young trooper was snoring, while his limbs twitched every now and then. ''Pass the word along to let one or two men sleep in every section of trench, if they want to,'' Bert directed. Daylight came in, with no renewal of the fearful bombardment. Only occasional shells and shrapnel dropped. The enemy machine gun fire had slackened, though it had not stopped. General Hood and his subordinates were now in the stage of m ental proc ess lmown as "guessing." what would be the next German move? Not until two o'clock in the afternoon did the heavy bombardment begin again. Bert had seen to it that the men of his troop slept in turn. They were reasonably fresh by the time that the infernal din again made sleep out of the question. But he had lo s t some thirty of his men in killed and wounded, and had closed the gaps in the line, reinforcing troops taking up the space vacated here and all along the line. After dark Prescott's shattered command was ordered from the trenches, and reserves took their places . The Regulars had lost a per centage of men equal to the Gridley losses. Through the communication trenches these jaded and spent :fighters reeled, nor could they brace up very much when they found the m-

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216 IN THE BATTLE selves beyond the zone of German shell :fire. Hardly wer e they out of the trenches when Dick, glancing back at the exhausted comman d , gave the order to halt. ''Get off the road and lie down,'' Dick shouted hoarsely. ''Officers and men, sleep twenty minutes.'' . Prescott himself continued to walk up and down at the edge of the field where his officers and m e n lay as they had dropped. He feared tha t, if he halted, he, too, would collapse and .sleep. When his watch told him that the twenty minutes were up Prescott b ent over one man and shook him, next lifted the f e ll ow to his feet. "I hate to do this to you, Bugler," Prescott smil e d wearily, " but you must sound the call." At the first notes Sergeant Kelly and a few others got upon their feet. These, with the aid of the bugle music, succeeded in arousing the rest. Prescott ordered them to fall in, and the column plodded on its way to headquarters. "We have a man for a leader," grunted Private Long Green. "It's you I'm always afther tellin' to be si lent in the ranks,'' observed Sergeant Kelly, "but this time I'll let ye use your tongue . " Yet, such is the refreshing power of a short nap that, when the col umn into the

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FOR NEW YORK 217 grounds at headquarters, the soldiers moved along almost. jauntily. Yet the ranks of Prescott's battalion looked thin and gaunt enough. From the beginning of the campaign these four companies had been in all of the hardest :fighting, and had paid the penalty in losses. The Gridley troop, too, looked spectral in point of members still in the ranks. It had come to the point where Bert dreaded to look back over his troop and note the fearfully thinned-out ranks. Hot coffee, stew and bread awaited these returning :fighters. All but a few of the men hastened to get their fill. Private Long Green was one of those who did not. As Sergeant Kelly passed along the company street, :filling his pipe after a hearty meal, he recognized a pair of feet protruding from a shelter tent that was not as long as its occupant. "Glory be!" yelled Kelly. "Here's the tight-wad, money-lending shark, Long Green, actually goin' widout eatin' a meal that some wan else paid for. Wake up, ye slothful one l Go and eat!" ''Lemme alone, please,'' begged Green. "But it's supper ye're missin', man, and a supper that's all paid for an' doesn't cost ye a cent."

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218 IN THE BATTLE ''Let it go by!'' protested Long Green drowsily. "I don't want it to-night. I wouldn't get up and oat it unless I were paid a quarter for doing it. What's one's supper to a fellow that needs his sleep? My board is paid in advance to the end of my enlistment. Uncle Sam paid it. Let him have my supper to-night, for I--" The words droned off into a snore. "It's a poor sort av a man, just as it's a poor sort av hor 'rse, that goes off its feed," said Sergeant Kelly, shaking his head. ''An' yet poor old Green'd not be such a bad sor-rt at all, av he didn't hould so tight to his pennies that soon they're sproutin' into dollars!'' But of this eulogy Long Green was wholly ignorant. He knew no more for hours. Dick Prescott arranged guard duty, that night, on a basis not laid down in the manual. The men who took the first tour remained on duty but fifteen minutes. The next relief stood guard, after its nap, for half an hour, the third relief for forty-five minutes, and the fourth for one hour. Thereafter each guard tour was the usual two hours in duration. Thus every man caught up with his rest. It was a physically fit command that rose at first call to reveille in the morning and went for a swim in a nearby creek.

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FOR NEvV YORK 219 CHAPTER XXI STAGGERING NEWS FOR UNCLE SAM'S BOYS READE and Hazelton had the look of being the young men at General Carleton's headquarters the next morn ing. They came in three hours after daylight, after having been continuously on duty for more than twenty-four hours. ''Yet I didn't see you anywhere yesterday,'' remarked Captain Howard, as he watched the two birdmen eat their belated breakfast. ''That's because we weren't around where you could see us,'' Tom replied. For an instant Harry Hazelton looked as if he would say something; then he closed his mouth. ''Four hours' sleep, and we 're off again,'' Tom remarked. ''You may both tumble into my tent,'' offered Dick, ''and l 'll tell the guard to see to it that no one makes a noise near you." "Thank you, but don't put too strong a pedal on the noise,'' urged Tom. ''Nothing more noisy than the bark of a six-inch gun will have any bad effects on our repose.''

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220 IN THE BATTLE "This sleep in the air is contagious," said Joe Wright an hour later. "We'll doubtless be ordered back to the trenches to-night for another twenty-four hour bit, so I'm going to make the most of the present chance.'' Going into his shelter tent wright found Potter there before him. Bert turned in, after notifying the stable guard men that they would go to the trenches the next time, and a new stable guard would be appointed from those who had lately returned from the first line. By the time the noon meal was ready the f el lows of the Gridley troop were again in fighting trim. Away at the front the German guns still pounded against the American trenches. Hood's army had fallen back some three hundred yards to other trenches. From General Carleton's headquarters the noise of battle could be heard plainly, yet at that distance the racket did not prevent the weary soldiers from sleeping. Reade and Hazelton, taking a package of food with them, not waiting for mess, had started away again in their aircraft. "New York papers! The war at an end!" That was the hail that went through camp at four that afternoon. Bert was among the first to hear it.

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FOR NEW YORK 221 "I'm going to get one of the papers!" Bert called to Prescott, who also turned. Bert hastened to the road, where a few soldiers were standing about the news vendor, a shabby looking individual who had found some way of gettillg close to the front. "What's this stuff about the war being Howard asked the newsman. ''The paper tells you about it,'' was the shrewd reply. ''I'll take one,' ' Howard answered, producing a nickel. "This paper will cost you fifty cents," retorted the newsman. ''All right,'' Bert smiled, producing the larger coin. ''If you've been fooling me, I gue ss we can manage to you tossed in a blanket. And here's another half. Give these men a copy," Bert added, noting that none in the group of soldiers was showing any money. Receiving the copy, Captain Howard turned and walked briskly away, unfolding the paper as he went. His eyes took in the glaring head lines. ''Whew! This can't be true,'' he gasped. Then he looked at the heading of the paper. It was one of the conservative evening papers of the city. With that he broke into a run.

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222 IN THE BATTLE ''The news must be of an exciting nature,'' said Prescott as the trooper raced up. "It is, if true, and I don't believe any New York paper would dare to print a fake of this kind," Bert went on. "Here! Look at the headlines. Great Britain and France have offered their kindly offices to bring the war to an end, and, according to this newspaper, the President has authorized France and Great Britain to ask Germany the terms on which she will grant peace.'' Dick read with bulging eyes. "It can't be a fake," he asserted. "It must be true, for the military censor would not allow a New York paper, at the present time, to print such a yarn if it had no foundation." "It is stated here," Bert continued, "that the Secretary of State has authorized the pub lication of the statement, and admits that this country has asked Great Britain and France to ask Germany what her peace terms will be.'' ''If this country has taken any such stepsif the President is really negotiating to buy Germany off from carrying the war further,'' broke in Captain Holmes, who had come up behind the pair, unnoticed, "then the President has perpetrated an unjustifiable outrage upon the country." "Greg!" rang Prescott's voice warningly.

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FOR NEW YORK 223 "I'll admit that I talked faster than I had a right to,'' said Greg Holmes. ''The President is also Commander-in-Chief of the Army, and I had no right to criticise my superior officer. But this news is unbelievable. It isn't right! I can't see a single reason that would justify the President, so early in the game, in letting any one suppose that he would be willing to surrender to the invader and seek terms of peace. Why, there can't be any peace until this country has driven the German army off its soil.'' ''And when do you think this country is likely to win such a victory 1 '' Dick Prescott asked quietly. ''Why-er-er-Prescott, do you believe we're so badly whipped that we have to sue Germany for peace 1" "I don't know," said Dick thoughtfully. "We haven't whipped the Germans yet, but on the other hand I can't see that we 're any more likely to be able to whip them in the end if we hold on.'' "Then you approve of seeking peace?" demanded Greg, aghast. "Personally, I don't," Dick resumed. "If it rested with me alone, I'd prefer to keep on fighting, and to go down on the firing line. But we have few troops, and whatever engagements

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224 IN THE BATTLE we go into, all we can hope for is to delay the enemy as long as possible. Every week sees a new German . army landed on our soil. It seems that Germany is bound to whip us before we can train men enough to drive the invaders out. As we all know, real soldiers cannot be made in a week, or in a month.'' Other officers joined the group, and the news travelled from mouth to mouth. With the. majority of the officers keen disappointment was felt that, at such a time, the President could even think of a peace that would be bound to be highly unfavorable to the United States. "But, of course, the President knows more about the outlook on all sides than any one of us can know,'' contended Lieutenant Stratton. "He may know, for instance, that the Japanese scare is going to eventuate in a real attack on our Pacific Coast by Japan." "If we can't handle Germany," spoke up another officer, "then it is quite certain that we couldn't handle Japan and Germany at the same time.'' ''That may be the reason why the President seeks peace with Germany,'' approved still another. "We don't even know that the President wants peace with Germany,'' Bert suggested. ''Then why should he ask the terms on which

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FOR NEW YORK 225 peace may be had 1'' demanded Lieutenant Stratton. ''He may ask out of curiosity, or he may make the inquiry in the hope that his seeming attitude may lead Germany to refrain from shipping more of her soldiers here at the present time,'' Dick hinted. "It looks to me like an indication of an intention to back down,'' said Holmes glumly, and that seemed to be the general opinion in the group. ''At all events, the war is still going on today,'' said Dick, inclining his head toward the northern front, where the hammering of the big guns could be heard. Captain Anstey, coming out of headquarters building, strolled toward the group. ''Anstey,'' called Prescott, ''are you headingthis way to warn me that my battalion is slated for trench duty to-night1'' "As yet I haven't received that order for transmission," the young staff captain replied. "Have you seen this stuff about the United States being ready to learn Germany's term& for an early peace 1" Anstey took the proffered newspaper,. glanced at it hurriedly, then replied: "I've known this for at least an hour." '' Then the news is . true 1 '' 15-2 Conquest.

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226 IN THE BATTLE ''Yes ; it is true,'' nodded Anstey. ''And is this country really ready to lie down and Greg Holmes demande d fiercely. ''I think that is more than even Genera l Carleton knows,'' Anstey made answer slowly . ''But certainly France and Great Britain have been asked to ascertain what the immediate peace terms are.'' "What does General Carleton think of the Greg demanded eagerly. "As the President's subordinate officer I don't believe General Carleton could be induced to give any opinion,'' said Anstey. "And that is the correct attitude," Dick nodded approvingly. ''Gentlemen, it may be as well for us to remember that we are soldiers, not statesmen . As long as we 're told to do so, . we'll fight. And when our own government orders us to lay down our arms, we'll do that, too, and, I hope, without any audible grumbling." "That little word 'audible' is a significant joker," Greg declared ironically. Despite the very plain fact that the President had merely inquired the nature of peace terms, the news had a very depressing e:ff ect upon this little knot of officers . ''And we were just beginning to hope,'' said

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FOR NEW YORK 227 one of them, "that the government could :find some way of sending us a few more big guns, a lot of ammunition, more rifles and cartridges, and leave it to us to :find and train recruits, and then we could hold the Germans out of New York for good and all.'' It was just before the mess-call for supper, when the famous Reade-Hazelton red planes were seen. Tom and Harry landed soon after. The two birdmen fairly rushed to headquarters. Ten minutes later they came out, heading straight for the group of officers. ''Judging from your face, Tom,'' Dick called out, "there must be something pretty serious in the wind.'' "You've named it!" retorted Reade crisply . . "Gentlemen, the censor has given permission to the New York papers to print the news, so I may as well tell you. It won't be any secret in another half hour. Well, then, the Germans have sailed up Chesapeake Bay, have landed an army of sixty thousand men--" ''Philadelphia!'' gasped Lieutenant Stratton. "That's it" said Reade grimly. "That city has fallen. Harry and I witnessed the decisive :fighting this afternoon. The German advance guard crashed into the American forces-thirteen thousand men, of whom less than two thou-

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228 IN THE BATTLE sand were Regulars, the balance mainly green soldiers. Eight thousand Americans have gone down. Five thousand, whipped out of their boots, have retreated west of Philadelphia, and are being pursued. The German advance guard is in Philadelphia, and the rest of the invading army is coming up fast.'' ''Then, with Philadelphia captured, and a big force ready to hit at the railroads,'' spoke up an officer, "our retreat is cut off and New York will be hemmed in and captured-Army and all!" CHAPTER XXII THE MOVE INTO THE NIGHT INTO the faces of all there had come a look of utter blankness. It was not that they could not stand defeat. These young men, officers commanding a few hundred of Uncle Sam's fighting men, all had sportsmen's blood in their veins. They could meet death, and provoke it; they could bear wounds. They did not. fear either to perish or surrender as prisoners of war. . The same thought was in each mind. Here, seemingly, was the end of the war. The United States had been thrashed-but it could all

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FOR NEW YORK 229 have been prevented by timely thought and action during the last few years. In other words, the United States had been betrayed-by its own citizens. Voters and members of Congress had alike failed to pro vide ample preparation against war. That preparation had been started-in 1915 and 1916. Then, thereafter, the country, grown confident and careless, had stopped preparmg for war,. and here was the answer. The United States was prone in the dust, and German y, the victor, could dictate her own terms. Bert and his officers dined, soon after, with the officers of Prescott's battalion, at a long table in the open air. At :first there was not much effort at conversation, and the men had little appetite for the meal. "Oh, well, there may be some fairly creditable way out of it,'' suggested Lieutenant Bob Potter hopefully. "We have what's left of more than a hundred thousand men at the out set. We have close to seventy thousand recruits, nearly thirty thousand of them armed. The unarmed recruits can be supplied with the equipment of the men who fall. There's a lot of :fight left in us if we go ov:er the trenches, rush the Fritzies and hammer away at them hand to hand. At least, this army can go down

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230 I N THE B ATTLE fightin g and carry a lot of Germans wit h it." ''Don't count on the recruits,'' warned Pres cott. "Sometimes they fight desperately, in a winning fight, but tliey're never any good in a losing fight.'' ''Eve n without the recruits,'' suggested one of Prescott's lieutenants, "we ought, as Potter says, to put up a good deal of fight, whic h is better than surrendering.'' "Not one of us will have anything to say about what is to b e done now, g entlemen," Prescott w ent on . ''Some of us command companies, and s o m e platoons . All the orders that count will come from men who w ear stars on their shoulder -straps. General Hood and his subordinate g enerals will do all the d e ciding . It i s use less for us to discuss what can be done.'' ''Plainly we 're not going to the trenches tonight,'' said Greg Holmes as he listened to the furious cannonading to the northward. ''If so, we would have started earlier." "Captain Prescott," sang out a vo i ce , as a figur e came from the darkness into the low lights at the table, "you will have your battalion in readiness to move in one hour, with all tents, equipm ent and baggage. Yo u will move by motor transportation. " T he staff officers mov e d away, leaving sev-

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232 IN THE BATTLE .eral of the officers at table open-mouthed with astonishment. ''Gentlemen,'' said Prescott, ''you had better make sandwiches of anything you can find On the table. Coffee you can get as you have opportunity to slip back for it. Make haste." With bread and meat hastily caught up, and eating it as they -could while giving orders, the officers sprang to brea k camp. The motor trucks that carried camp baggage were swiftly, sk illfully packed by infantrymen and troopers. Half an hour after the order had been given, horse trucks arrived. To these the Gridley horses were hitched. Last of all the tents came down and were .added to the men's blanket rolls. Fifteen minut es before the hour was up Prescott's command and Howard's troops were ready to move--:-but the transportation was not yet at hand. There was no thought of coffee now. All m ess dishes were on the baggage trucks. ''Do you make anything put of the orders, Prescott was asked by Captain Bert Howard. ''The most I can guess,'' Dick answered, ''is that the lines are to be drawn in nearer to New York and tightened around the city. The move is not yet for surrender. If it were, we would

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FOR NEW YORK 233 remain where we are and take our orders from German staff officers. So I suppose we are to be sent n eare r the main city." Conversation was cut short by the arriva l of a staff officer in an automobile. ''Captain Prescott, form your men and have the roll called," came the order. "The auto mobiles for your command are now only about two mil e s away.'' As. the bugles rang out the men sprang forward and forme d by platoons. There was no inspection; roll-call was all that h a d been ordere d, and this the first s e r geants of the various companies put through qui c kl y . The n the automobil e s arrive d and lined up. Soldi ers steppe d into the m without confu s ion. The cars had b ee n command ee r ed in New York City and vicinity. For the u se of the army there w ere thousands of the m, e ach with an impressed civilian driver. Tho s e s ent for t he use of Prescott's command had b eQn c a lculat e d to a nicety. "Captain Anstey will me e t you lower down and give you your furthe r orders, sir," said the staff officer. ''Very good, sir.'' Pre scott rec eived a slip of paper containing the orders for the present. He glanced at it, pursed his lips and made no comment. His car, which contained also Greg

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234 IN THE BATTLE Holmes, Lieutenant Stratton and Bert Howard, started forward. Lieutenants Wright and Potter, with what was left of the Gridley troop, w ere to bring up the rear of the line, the horse trucks fitting in between Prescott's last company and the cadet troop. As Prescott's car glided to the head of the line the start was made. There were no speed laws now. This procession moved at the rate of thirty miles an hour. Seemingly in no time the procession moved down through Harlem. On the streets were crowds of people who watched the trnops in silence. ''We 're going pretty low down into the town for an army that is going to fight,'' remarked Bob Potter to Joe Wright. As they went by the corners of cross streets the soldiers could not help noting that similar lines of automobiles were whizzing down the parallel avenues. By the time they had reach e d On e Hundre d and Tenth Street Bert saw that t h ey w ere cl o sing in on a long line of automobiles ahead. The strea.t lights were suddenly flashed on. They had been darkened for many nights past, but now they burned at reduced power. Rising and looking backward, Bert beheld a continuous procession of cars as far as his eyes could see.

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FOR NEvV YORK 235 Moreover, the cars were now running three abreast. There was no other traffic in the streets. "Where are you What's shouted people from the sidewalks, but such answers as the soldiers offered were unintelligible, for the cars were traveling at headlong speed. Through Central Park, and on downtown into Seventh Avenue again. At Fortieth Street, in a car just down the side street, an orderly flagged each car that contained the commander of a unit. So Prescott's car was stopped, and Anstey bounded from the car in the cross street to whisper a few words to Prescott. Dick: and his old friend then waved their hands to each other. Dick said something in a low voice to the chauffeur. The next stop was made at the Pennsylvania Station. Not a long stop either. Here engineer soldiers must have been busy, for now, from the street, an incline had been cut down into the earth. Two abreast, the auto mobiles turned in at this cut, then vanished under the station as fast as they came along. With speed reduced to something like twelve miles an hour, the cars kept on. A novel, rather disagreeable pressure against the ear drums made the travelers feel strange. They

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236 IN THE BATTLE were now in a tunnel, which had been lighted as brightly as possible. ''Why, I can guess where we are,'' remarked Bert Howard as he remov e d his finger-tips from his ears. ''We 're in the Pennsylvania Tube.'' ''Right,'' nodded Dick gravely. ''And when we come out of the tube again we shall be in New Jersey." "Right again." "Then--" "But please don't ask me anything further." After that Bert was silent, though, like the Irishman's parrot, he ''did a power of thinking." Presently the pressure against the ear drums slackened. The cars began climbing a slight incline. Then they shot out into the open air again. Sullen crowds greeted them. "Quitters!" yelled some of the citizens. "You're abandoning us-leaving us in the hands of the Germans.'' As the car now ran slowly, Dick turned to the people. ''My friends,'' he shouted, ''if you know what we 're doing, you know more than we do. We 're soldiers, obeying orders-that's all." "You 're running away-leaving us!" came a defiant snarl.

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FOR NEW YORK 237 "And is that the record we've demanded Prescott huskily. "Have the Ameri can troops, in the last few weeks, proved them-: selves to b e At that the better element in the crowd tri-, umphed. Prolonged cheers now greete d the carloads of soldiers. A few in the throngs tried to hiss, and some of these had their heads brok e n by stauncher Americans in the crowd. As the rolling procession mov e d, an officer, wearing the cord that showed him to belong to the staff, leaped from an automobile at a corner and sprang to the running board of Prescott's car. ''Kee p right on,'' he ordered with a wave of the hand. "vVhat unit is ''Second battalion of the Thirty-eighth U. S. Infantry, sir," Prescott answered. "I am Captain Prescott, commanding.'' ''Captain Pre scott, I shall ride with you for a few mil e s and show you the way. I am Lieutenant Aldrich, of General Bender's staff. General Bender commands this phase of the movement.'' "Very good, sir." The two officers. shook hands. Dick invited Aldrich inside the automobile, but he shook his head, saying that he would remain on the ning board.

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238 IN THE BATTLE Once through the town, and in more open Jersey country, the .cars ran at less speed. Behind them, over Harlem way, came pro longed roars that sounded loud even at that distance. '' The Germans are rushing their motor cycle corps and what motor transportation they have," Aldrich explained. "An hour ago some German spies in New York discovered our movement and sent up rocket signals that warned the German commander-in-chief of what was taking place. As soon as the Germans knew what was going on they threw forward army corps after army corps. Of course the German artillery succeeded in doing some damage to our rear, but on the whole our retreat was successful. All our men have not left the lines. For three hours the artillery has been coming over on the ferries. The troops used both of the Pennsylvania Railroad tubes, the car tracks having been torn up in advance, and the ties also removed. There go some more of those big explosions. Patriotic citizens are setting 'off most of those mines and then escaping to thei,r houses.'' Once more the automobiles began to speed. Later in the evening Prescott's battalion and several other units reached Newark, where a stop was made.

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FOR NEW YORK 239 All facilities for swift German pursuit had been removed. Not an auto or motor truck remained in Greater New York nor in any of the nearby New Jersey towns. All the railway rolling stock had been sent westward, and by this time every yard of railway track within twenty miles of Jersey shore had been torn up and the road-beds dynamited at frequent intervals. But what of New York CHAPTER XXIII THE NEW GOAL IN SIGHT BEFORE ten o'clock that night the ad vance guard of the German army had gone as far as the Battery. After that the city quickly filled up with enemy troops. No pursuit into New Jersey was attempted. The tubes, as soon as the last troops had passed through, were dynamited and the North River now washed through the two former under-river tubes. The ferry boats, once their task had been completed, were sunk in the stream at many points, rendering the passage of the North River wholly unsafe for any craft larger than row-boats. A total of less than a thousand men had, been

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240 IN THE BATTLE the .American losses in withdrawing from the defens e of Gotham. As at Boston, the German conquerors tried to make the local officials continue in office, administering all purely local affairs that did not touch upon the military government of the captured city . But to the operation of this plan one slight hitch was found. Mayor Gillespie and every one of his more important city officia ls had fled with the Army. Nor was it possible to force the New York police to patrol the streets, as had been done j_n Boston . At the last moment the police force, numbering twenty thousand officers and men, had been sworn into the Federal Service at their station-houses. Dropping their blue for the khaki of the :fighting men, and armed with rifles with which they had drilled in former years, these policemen had been among the first to cross under the river. They were now with the retreating United States forces. In Boston the Germans had found that all the money had b ee n removed from the banks and shipped west . When this money had failed to come back to Boston, at the German order, some of the most prominent men in Boston, held as hostage s, had been shot. In New York a repetition of that perform ance was impossible. Every man of any real

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FOR NEW YORK 241 prominence in New York had been sent out of the city, and these men and their families were now traveling westward on the last trains that would or could travel on the railway lines starting from the Jersey shore. For a few hours the German comman de r-in chief was furious over these Yankee ruses. As his men were unfamiliar with New York streets and localities, it took, at first, more than sixty thousand German soldiers to replace the vanished policemen. But after twenty-four hours, German method triumphed, and the orderly government of New York as a conquered city began. The troops of the enemy at Philadelphia did not attempt to hamper the westward movement of the American army. This was due to several reasons. By the time that the Germans had begun to enter Philadelphia the railway tracks and beds over most of the distance to New York were being dismantled and dyna mited. At a town some forty miles past Newark, Prescott's men and the Gridley troop secured a few hours of sleep. But there was no care lessness in this, no risk of surprise by a sud denly appearing enemy. In the first place the escaped American army was now in compact formation, proceeding over a front. nearly-16-2 Conquest.

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242 IN THE BATTLE twenty miles wide. Cavalry, infantry and artillery were distributed in their proper strengths, relatively, throughout the moving :fighting mass. Moreover, the country all about them was alive with loyal American citizens. Had Ger mans, from either New York or Philadelphia, been sighted at any point, the fact would have been telephoned like a flash. Everywhere army field wireless stations, on wheels, had been put in operation. Even with this army in motion the signal service was keeping up superb telephone communication, using, for the most part, the commercial tele phone lines. Not long after daylight the American army breakfasted, then traveled at least a hundred miles before the halt was called for the noonday meal. By nightfall another hundred miles had been covered . There 4\Vas not now the slightest possibility of any effective German pursuit within the next few days. Through a country whose railroads had been destroyed completely, and in which every motor vehicle had been seized and sent westward, there were no facilities for moving the joint German armies, which from Boston to Philadelphia, now numbered nearly half a million :fighting men. ''Gentlemen,'' said Prescott, as he glanced

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FOR NEW: YORK 243 around the camp table at dinner that evening, ''it seems that we were wholly wrong in assum ing that the capture of Philadelphia had effect ed the cutting off of our hope of retreat. It show us, doesn't it, that the young officer is always wise in trusting the details of a campaign to his Those old men of war know a few things that we youngsters can only guess at-and often we 're likely to make the wrong guess.'' ''But the Germans have the whole of New York state at their mercy," Greg Holmes de clared. ''In other words, the Germans, within a few days, can put themselves, unopposed, in possession of a line running from the head of Chesapeake Bay to Lake Erie, and extending from that line through to the Atlantic O c ean . In that area the Germans will have captured the most populous part of the United States and the seat of most of the wealth of the country. In that area, too, are most of our muni tions factories. Also the most populous part of the United States will be shut off from en listment in the American army. The Germans will be well content with their work, for, from a conqueror's standpoint, they will have in their hands the part of the United States that is most worth possessing.'' ''There is a good deal of wealth in the re-

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244 IN THE BATTLE mainder of the United States, as well as a rather numerous and very loyal American population,'' Prescott rejoined. "But the best part of the United States, from a military point of view, is lost to us," Captain Holmes contended. "What are we going to do about it, sid" asked Lieutenant Joe, so gravely that everyone at the table laughed. "I don't know/' Captain Holmes confessed " blankly. ''There are one or two important things in -this country that the Germans do not yet possess,'' Dick remarked. ''For instance, our fighting steel comes from Pittsburgh, and we still own that city. The ore, much of the best, comes from the Mesaba Range, in Minnesota. Nearly all of the coal and oil sources are still in our possession. And everywhere west of -that Chesapeake-Lake Erie line, and south of it, too, is to be found as loyal Americanism as
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FOR NEW YORK 245 inquired. ''Did they, too, succeed in getting out of New York?" ''They didn't go back to New York at all, after serving in New Jersey," Prescott replied. "They are much further from New York now, than we are. '' "Do we still belong to General C{l.rleton's division" Greg asked suddenly. ''Yes,'' Dick n9dded. "Where is headquarters, then" "I think it is four or five miles to the real" of us . " "I am heartily glad," spoke up Captain Bert Howard after a while, ''that Gridley is west of the Chesapeake-Erie line. We can still obtain new men for our troop.'' "Won't the Gridley boys get tired of enlist ing, after a while, when they see how fast the troop gets shot up and needs new recruits" asked Lieutenant Stratton. ''All the boys in the Gridley High School -Battalion are already sworn into the Federal service as cadets, sir," Howard replied. "When they are drafted to the troop, they have no choice but to come. All of our remaining H. S. boys at home are in the service of the United States for three years unless sooner discharged.'' Under their tents, pitched in a pleasant

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246 IN THE BATTLE Pennsylvania meadow, the men were allowed a long sleep that night, first call to reveille not being sounded until 6.30 in the morning. After that, too, the progress of the Army was more leisurely. The ''march'' still continued, however, by motor transportation. The cars could not be abandoned to fall into German hands at a later date. Every day the Army continued to receiv e news from the area thus far abandoned to the Germans. This news was cabled to foreig n papers by the correspondents attached to the German armies. Then it was cabled to South America, and thence by wireless to points in the United States. The Army wireless picked up all of this passing news, though knowing, of course, that a good deal of it had been "doctored'' by the German censors. "Where are we asked Bert one day, for civilians of the country through which they passed were not allowed within the military lines. ''Somewhere in Pennsylvania, I believe,'' re plied Captain Holmes. "If we had continued at the speed that we used at the start we would be in California now.'' Later that same day a mountain range was made out in the distance against the western sky.

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FOR NEW YORK 247 "Now I can tell you somewhat better where we are," Greg announced. "We are nearing the Allegheny mountains, which puts us well toward the western portion of Pennsylvania." ''And I could hazard a guess as to what our job is to be," Prescott declared smilingly. "What, sirT" asked Lieutenant Bob Potter. ''Think it over a little while, my lad,'' Dick Prescott rejoined, ''then you will find the an swer for yourself.'' "I believe I have the answer already, sir," asserted Bob, at the same time looking a bit shamefaced. ''It was stupid of me not to have guessed at once.'' ''Think over your guess a little while, and then perhaps you won't have to change it, Potter," teased Greg Holmes. "I arrived at my conclusion, sir," Potter continued, "by trying to think what it is that we now stand most in need of for military purposes.'' "And that is--" prompted Greg. "Steel, sir." "Then---" "We are going to Pittsburgh," Bob finished triumphantly. "That is to be our next stand against the enemy.'' "Wrong!" said Captain Dick Prescott very quietly, yet so positively that the eager flush

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'248 . IN THE BATTLE on Bob's face changed to a look of humiliation Over his failure to guess. CHAPTER XXIV CONCLUSION "YOU are right in saying that we are on our way to protect Pittsburgh and its steel manufactures, so vital to our few present hopes of success in this war," Dick went on. "But you are not right-you cannot be-in saying that we are going to Pittsburgh. Instead, I am certain that we are going to be set to doing our best to hold the Allegheny Mountains. Those mountains yonder are the key to Pittsburgh. Whoever holds the mountains controls the fate of Pittsburgh-American or German city. Which is it to be hereafter?'' That afternoon the army camped within easy distance of the foothills. Noon the next day found the advanced detachments ascending the lower slopes of the Alleghenies. While some of the troops went well up into the mountains, the main forces halted and camped lower do'wn. Still higher up, wherever there were small -tablelands, the seventy thousand recruits from

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FOR NEW YORK 249 New York had already encamped and were drilling several hours a day. There would be need of the services of these men as soon as they could be drilled and completely armed, for of the gallant army that had first essay e d the defense of New York there were now l e ss than forty thousand men left. ''This country will have a huge volunteer army if the day comes when all the volunteers can be equipped," Bert suggested afte r camp had been pitched. "It will soon be a volunteer army and else,'' Prescott sigh e d. ''The R egular Army of this country is passing and will soon be no more. True, we have our regimental or ganizations yet, but in two campai gns a good deal more than two-thirds of the R egulars who started are now out of the running-some dead and others too crippled for further military service. And not only are the enlisted men of the original Regular Army gone; some seventy per cent of the Regular officers who entered this war are now either buried or else mustered out for want of the physical abilit y to serve further. The Regular regiments will have to be filled with recruits and officered by new men not accustomed to military service. The Regular regiments, Regular only in designation, will soon be actually volunteer regiments.''

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250 IN THE BATTLE T wo-thirds of the artillery pieces of all s iz e s that had been served in the opening bat tles around New York were now either de stroyed or too worn to be fit for further use. Since the enemy was not in sight, and there was time to fortify against his coming, the spirits of the soldiers were blithe as they pitched their camps in the Alleghenies and set about the first tasks of a newly arrived de fensive. force. Of one thing there seemed to be an abun dance, and that was aircraft. The Aviation Society of America had provided scores of these craft, and was now prepared, in the mid dle western states, to turn out hundreds more as they were needed. Day by day these air scouts flew numerously and incessantly over the country to the east of the mountains . No enemy could approach in numbers without being seen and reported. One day, as Prescott and his men toiled with the erection of fortifications, and Howard had just reported to Dick for orders, Captain Anstey rode up on horseback. "Some time ago," said Anstey, "you were interested in knowing what peace terms Germany would feel dispos e d to grant this country. These peace terms have r e ached the President, at Cincinnati, and have been wirelessed

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FOR NEW YORK 251 to the Army. I knew you would like to hear what the terms are.'' . "First of all," demanded Captain Dick eagerly, "perhaps you can tell me whether our Government will accept the terms, whatever they are.'' ''That I do not know,'' Anstey replied wit h a shake of his head. ''No intimation of the Government's purpose has been received at headquarters. But here are the terms : Germany demands the cession to her of the New England states, New York, Ohio, Pennsylva nia, New Jersey, Delaware, Maryland and Vir g1ma. Besides demanding all that territory, she holds out for the payment of an indemnity of thirty billion dollars, gold standard, five bil lion to be paid at once, five billion more at the end of six months, another five billion at the end of a year, and thereafter three more nual payments of five billion each.'' Dick liste n ed aghast.. Then he observe d grimly: -"You don't n eed to find out whether the Government accepts such terms. It won't agree.'' ''Germany also hints,'' the staff officer con tinued, ''that the terms will be much stiffer at a later date. That if these terms are rejected, or are not definitely accept e d within a fort night, then the German government will prob-

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252 IN THE BATTLE ably decide to undertake the conquest and an nexation of all United States territory east of the Mississippi River." "I'm satisfied and pleased," declared Dick Prescott, and whistled merrily, like one content with himself and the world around him. "Why all the Anstey de manded. ''Because, as I had hoped, Germany has de manded what no governm ent of this country could dare agree to. That means that the war will be fought on to a finish, no matter how badly our military affairs go. And that is what I would rather have. If this country cannot drive the invaders back into the sea, then I would be b etter satisfied to see the United States cease to exist as a nation." "I'm glad to hear you say that," nodded Anstey. "I feel the same way myself." ''And so does every officer and man with this army," Dick declared, his spirits rising. "The Germans overreached themselves the instant that they put in a claim for any portion of our national territory. For that matter, any de mand for indemnity would meet the same an swer. No real man in this country of ours would agree to see Germany paid either in land or money. If we can't sav e our country com plete, and without advantage to the enemy, then

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FOR NEW YORK 253 we would rather see the country join the nations that have ceased to exist. I wish I had a band here; I'd order it to play for hours." As soon as Anstey had departe d, B ert Howard hurried to the place where his troop wat> toiling and told the news, while Pre scott and his officers did the same for the m e n of their battalion. "It's like this, d'ye Sergeant Kelly declar e d to Private Long Gr e en. ''If the G e rmans want land ov e r h e re, we'll giv e it to ' e m, but only in parcels six f eet by two. We '11 gladly donate land enough to bury the en emy's entoire army." ''But even then,'' r etorted Private Green, "we'd k e ep the control of that kind of real estate within OlJr own hands.'' "Ye have signs av sinse wanst in a while," acknowledged Sergeant Kelly. ''And as for paying the Germans thirty bil lion dollars to leave us alone," declared Green heatedly, "we'd sooner spend the money on dynamite enough to blow them all back to Germany." "Now I know your hear-rt is in the fight!" cheered Sergeant Kelly. "Man alive, ye're now talkin' av spinding thirty billions, where . wanst it was har-rd enough to get ye to break a dollar bill.''

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254 IN THE BATTLE "The thirty billions isn't my money," said Long Green simply. ''But about three hundhred dollars av the amount would be,'' retorted Sergeant Kelly after doing some rapid figuring in his mind. ''Well, that's all right,'' assented Green. "I'd draw three hundred dollars of my own from bank and turn it over if that would ensure blowing all of the invading troops a mile up into the atmosphere." "If you keep on growing reckless," jeered the sergeant, ''the first thing we know ye '11 really be offering to spind fifty cints on the squad that I have the honor of bein' sergeant av." "I'll do that now, or as soon as you and I can get over to the stores to buy something,'' offered Long Green. ''The news has gone to yer head, lad,'' ex claimed Sergeant Kelly sympathetically. "Ye don't mean that ye'd really spind fifty cints on In all the years we've served together, Green, ye 've never made such an off er before. I'm wishin' Lieutenants Overton and Terry were here that they could see to what two campaigns have brought ye in the way av spinding money.'' But the two lieutenants named were away on special details, drilling recruits for the volun-

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FOR NEW YORK 255 teer army that Uncle Sam hoped to have" some day." At four o'clock that afternoon labor was sus pended on the trenches and the roads and trails that were being built. Prescott had his wish for music, for along the line more than a dozen .regimental bands gave as many concerts over a period of two hours. Most of the selections were patriotic airs. Supper was followed by the gathering of groups around camp-fires. Songs were sung and stories told, and many a soldier made use of the firelight while scribbling letters to loved ones at home. Within three days Dick was happier than ever. Word came that the American government had declined even to give thought to Germany's peace terms. ''I can't believe that the enemy had any idea whatever that such preposterous terms would be considered,'' said Bert Howard. ''But the refusal gives Germany an excuse to pass on to her next step in the war,'' Greg explained. ''Now, if we are really good and patient, we shall presently learn what the next step is to be.'' Within a fortnight Greg's hopes were realized. Word was flashed over the country that the Germans had landed en_ough additional

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256 IN THE BATTLE army corps to bring tlie army of occupation and invasion now up to the number of seven hundred thousand men. "They'll feel ready for us now," Prescott murmured. ''we've had time enough to get matters ready here in the mountains, but we can't know just how well we've done our work until we see what the Germans can do to us in our new position. The enemy will be here soon to show us.'' "Active service won't seem so bad, after long inaction," Bert replied. "But before the Germans get here I only hope that the new draft of Uncle Sam's boys from Gridley may arrive to fill out the troop. I wonder when the new troopers will arrive, and when the Ger mans will get Nor was the answer to either question long delayed. What followed will be set forth in detail in the next volume of this series, which will be published unde r the title, "AT THE DEFENSE OF PITTSBURGH"; or, "The Struggle to Save America's 'Fighting Steel' Supply." It is a tale of courage and patriotism; of r e d blood and bold deeds; a story of wonderful sacrifices for the honor of Old Glory, THE END

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Submarine Boys Series By VICTOR G. DURHAM 1 THE SUBMARINE BOYS ON DUTY; Or, Life on a Diving Torpedo Boat. 2 THE SUBMARINE BOYS' TRIAL TRIP; Or, "Making Good " 11s Young Experts. 3 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE MIDDIES; Or, The Prize Detail at Annapolis. 4 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SPIES; Or, Dodging the Sharks of the Deep. 5 THE SUBMARINE BOYS' LIGHTNIN G CRUISE; Or, The Young Kings of the D eep. 6 THE SUBMARINE BOYS FOR THE FLAG; Or, Deeding Thei r Lives to Uncle Sam. 7 THE SUBMARINE BOYS AND THE SMUGGLERS; Or, Breaking Up the New Jersey Customs Frauds. The Square Dollar Boys Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK 1 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS WAKE UP; Or, F ighting the Trolley Franchise Steal. 2 THE SQUARE DOLLAR BOYS SMASH THE RING; Or, In the Lists Agalnet the Crooke d Land D eal. The College Girls Series By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A.M. 1 GRACE HARLOWE' S FIRST YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE. 2 GRACE HARLOWE' S SECOND YEAR AT OVERTON COLLECJE . :I GRACE HARLOWE' S THIRD YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE. 4 GRACE HARLOWE' S FOl!RTH YEAR AT OVERTON COLLEGE. 5 GRACE HARLOWE'S RETURN TO OVERTON CAMPUS. Dave Darrin Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK _ 1 DA.VJ!I DARRIN AT VERA CRUZ; Or, Fighting With the U. S. Navy In Mexico. All these books are bound in Cloth and will be sent post paid on receipt of only 50 cents each .

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Pony Rider Boys Series By FRANK GEE PATCHIN These tales may b e aptly d e s cribe d the b est books for boys and glrls. 1 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE ROCKIES; Or, T!ie Secre t of the Lost Claim.-2 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN TEXAS; Or, The Yelled Riddle of the Plalns.-3 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN MONTANA; Or, The My s t ery of the Old Custe r Trall.-4 THE PONY RIDER BOYS I N THE OZARKS; Or, The Secret of Ruby Mountain.-<> THE PON Y RIDER BOYS IN THE ALKALI; Or, Finding a Key to the D e s ert M a z e.-6 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN NEW MEXIC O ; Or, The End of the Silve r Trall.-7 THE PONY RIDER BOYS IN THE GRAND CANYON ; Or, The My1ter7 ot Bright Ange l Gulc h . Cloth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, SOc. The Boys of Steel Series By JAMES R. MEARS Each book pre s ents v ivi d pi cture of till s great Industry. Each story 111 full of adventure and fas cinatio n . 1 THE IRON BOYS IN THE MINES; Or, Starting at the Bottom of the Shaft.-2 THE IRON B OYS AS FOREMEN; Or, H eading the. Diamond Drill Shlft. 3 THE IRON BOYS ON THE ORE BOATS; Or, Roughing It on the Great Lake s.-4 THE IRON BOYS IN THE STEEL MILLS; Or, Beginning Anew in the Cinder P its. Cloth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, SOc. The Madge Morton Books By AMY D. V. CHALMERS 1 MADGE MORTON-CAPTAIN OF THE MERRY MAID. 2 MADGE MORTON'S SECRET. 3 MADGE MORTON ' S TRUST. 4 MADGE MORTON ' S VICTORY. Cloth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, SOc.

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W e s t Point Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK The principal characters in these narratives are manly, young Americans whose doings will inspire all boy readers. 1 DICK PRESCOTT'S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Two Chums in the Cadet Gray. 2 DICK PRESCOTT'S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life. 3 DICK PRESCOTT'S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Standing Firm for Flag and Honor. 4 DICK PRESCOTT'S FOURTH YEAR AT WEST POINT; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps. Cloth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, soc. Annapolis Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK Tho Spirit of the new Navy is delightfully and truthfuliy depicted In these volumes. 1 DAVE DARRIN'S FIRST YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Plebe Midshipmen at the U. S. Naval Academy. 2 DAVE DARRIN'S SECOND YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy "Youn gsters." , 3 DAVE DARRIN'S THIRD YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Leaders of the Second Class Midshipmen. 4 DAVE DARRIN'S FOURTH YEAR AT ANNAPOLIS; Or, Headed for Graduation and the Big Cruise. Cloth , Illustrated Price, per Volume, soc. The Young Engineers Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK The heroes of these stories are known to readers of the High School Boys Series. In this new seri es Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton prove worthy of all the traditions of Dick & Co. 1 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN COLORADO; Or, At Railroad Building in Earnest. 2 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN ARIZONA; Or, Laying Tracks on the "Man-Killer" Quicksand. 3 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN NEVADA; Or, Seeking Fortune on the Turn of a Pick. 4 THE YOUNG ENGINEERS IN MEXICO; Or, Fighting the Mine Swindlers. Cloth , Illustrated Price, per Volume, soc.

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Boys of the Army Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK These books breathe the life and spirit of the United States Army of to-day, and the life, just as it is, is described by a master pen. 1 UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE RANKS; Or, Two Recruits in ,. the United States Anny. a UNCLE SAM'S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY; Or, Winninc Cor . ; poral's Chevrons. s UNCLE SAM'S BOYS AS SERGEANTS; Or, Handling Their First Real Commands. 4 UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE PHILIPPINES; Or, Follow ing the Flag Against the Moros. (Other volumes to follow rapidly.) Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc. Battleship Boys Series By FRANK GEE PATCHIN These stories throb with the life of young Americans on to-day'• huge drab Dreadnaughts. t THE BATTLESHIP BOYS AT SEA; Or, Two Apprentices in Uncle Sam's Navy. a THE BATTLESHIP llOYS FIRST STEP UPWARD; Or, Winning Their Grades as Petty Officers. ' 3 THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN FOREIGN SERVICE; Or, Earning New Ratings in European Seas. • THE BATTLESHIP BOYS IN THE TROPICS; Or, Uphold ing the American Flag in a Honduras Revolution . (Other: volume6 to follow rapidly.) Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc. The Meadow-Brook Girls Series By JANET ALDRIDGE Real live stories pulsing with the vibrant atmosphere:! of outdoor life. 1 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS UNDER CANVAS. 2 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS ACROSS COUNTRY. 3 THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS AFLOAT. f THE MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS IN THE HILLS. i THEI MEADOW-BROOK GIRLS BY THE SEA. I THE MEIADOW-BROOK GIRLS ON THE TENNIS COURTS. Cloth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 50c.

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.High School Boys Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK In this aeries of bright, crisp books a new note has been struck. Boys of every age under sixty will be interested in these fascinating volumes. 1 THE HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN; Or, Dick & Co.'s First Year Pranks and Sports. a THE HIGH SCHOOL PITCHER; Or, Dick & Co. on the Gridley Diamond. 3 THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END; Or, Dick & Co. Grilling on the Football Gridiron. 4 THE HIGH SCHOOL CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM; Or, Dick & Co. Leading the Athletic Vangqard. Ooth, Illustrated ; Price, per Volume, 5oc. Grammar School Boys Series By H. IRVING HANCOCK This aeries of stories, based on the! actual doings of grammar achoo! boys, comes near to the heart of the average American boy. 1 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS OF GRIDLEY; Or, Dick & Co. Start Things Moving. 2 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS SNOWBOUND; Or, Dick & Co. at Winter Sports. 3 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN THE WOODS; Or, Dick & Co. Trail Fun and Knowledge. 4 THE GRAMMAR SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER ATHLETICS; Or, Dick & Co. Make Their Fame Secure. Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc. HighSchoolBoys'VacationSeries By H. IRVING HANCOCK "GiTe us more Diclc Prescott books I" This hu been the burden of the cry from young readers of tile country over. Almost numberless letters have heen received by tlae publishcn, making this eager demand ; for Dick Prescott, Dave Dar rin, Tom Reade, and the other members of Dick & Co. are the mosi popular high school boys in the land. Boys will alternately thrill and chuckle when reading these splendid narratives. 1 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' CANOE CLUB; Or, Diclc & Co.'s Rivals on Lake Pleasant. 2 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS IN SUMMER CAMP; Or, The Diclc Prescott Six Training for the Gridley Eleven. 3 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' FISHING TRIP; Or, Dick & Co. in the Wilderness. 4 THE HIGH SCHOOL BOYS' TRAINING HIKE; Or, Dick & Co. Making Themselves "Hard as Nai11.'' Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc.

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The Circus Boys Series By EDGAR B. P. DARLINGTON Mr. Darlington' s books breathe forth every phase oi an intensely interesting and exciting life. 1 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE FLYING RINGS; Or, Making the Start in the Sawdust Life. 2 THE CIRCUS BOYS ACROSS THE CONTINENT; Or, Win ning New Laurels on the Tanbark. J THE CIRCUS BOYS IN DIXIE LAND; Or, Winning the Plaudits of the Sunny South. 4 THE CIRCUS BOYS ON THE MISSISSIPPI; Or, Afloat with the Big Show on the Big River. Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc. The High School Girls Series By JESSIE GRAHAM FLOWER, A. M. These breezy of the American High School Girl take the reader fairly by storm. 1 GRACE HARLOWE'S PLEBE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; O!i The Merry Doings of the Oakdale Freshman Girls. 2 GRA1...E HARLOWE'S SOPHOMORE YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Record of the Girl Chums in Work and Athl e tics. 3 GRACE HARLOWE'S JUNIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, Fast Friends in the Sororities. 4 GRACE HARLOWE'S SENIOR YEAR AT HIGH SCHOOL; Or, The Parting of the Ways. Ooth, Illustrated Price, per Volume, 5oc. The Automobile Girls Series By LAURA DENT CRANE No girl's library-no family book-case can be consldered at all complete unless it contains these sparkling twentieth-century books. 1 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT NEWPORT; Or, Watching the Summ e r Parade. 2 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS IN THE BERKSHIRES; Or, The Gho s t ot Lost Man's Trall.-3 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS ALONG THE HUDSON; Or, Fighting Fire I n Sleepy Hollow. 4 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT CHICAGO; Or, Winning Out Against H eavy Odds.-5 THE AUTOMOBILE GIRLS AT PALM BEACH; Or, Proving Their Mettle Unde r Southern Skles.-6 THE A UTOMOBILE GIRLS AT WASHINGTON; Or, Checkmating the Plots o t Foreign Spies. Cloth, Illu s trated Price, per Volume, 50c.

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