u can see a hand waving to us. Oh!
let's hurry and get the poor fellow out!"

The others were just as willing, and soon they had dragged a man out
from the weight that had almost smothered him.

"He's pretty badly hurt, I reckon," remarked Rob, as he immediately
stooped down over the Bavarian soldier, "but not fatally, I think. We'll
do what we can for him here, and the next time men come along with a
stretcher, we'll send him over to the field hospital."

The wounded German soldier had listened to them speaking.

"Are you American boys, then?" he asked, in excellent English.

"Well, now, he must have guessed that when you said you 'reckoned,'
Rob," declared Merritt, "but how comes it you talk English, my friend?"

"Oh! I'm from Hoboken," said the man, smiling in spite of the terrible
pain he must have been enduring.

Rob was already busily engaged stanching the bleeding from his wounds,
which seemed to be numerous, though not apt to prove fatal, if they had
proper attention.

"Do you mean Hoboken, New Jersey?" he asked, in surprise.

"Sure. I have lived there for many years now, and have a large brewing
interest. Krauss is my name, Philip Krauss. I went across from Munich,
in Bavaria, and was on a visit to my old home when the war came about.
Although I have long been an American citizen I still love my native
land, and they soon found a place for me in the ranks. But now if I ever
get over this I think I will have had enough of fighting, and expect to
return to my wife and children in Hoboken. But what are you doing here
on this terrible field? It is not the place for boys."

"We are Boy Scouts," Tubby informed him proudly. "By accident we were
where we could watch the battle being fought. Then along came the Red
Cross ambulances, and the nurses. They asked us to assist, and as scouts
all learn something about first aid, why we thought we'd help out. I
guess you're about our last case, Herr Krauss."

Meanwhile Rob and Merritt busied themselves. The way they went about
temporarily relieving his suffering, as well as stopping the loss of
blood, quite won the admiration of the Hoboken patriot, even as it had
done in the case of numerous other wounded men whom the boys attended
previously.

It chanced that once again the boys became immersed in their own
affairs, which were beginning to weigh heavily on their minds.

"I was making inquiries of one of the men with the stretchers," Rob told
his comrades, "and