the hands of Frank; what adventures they met with
and how they showed the stuff they were made of when they came in
conflict with the Huns--all this and more is told in the first volume
of this series, entitled: "Army Boys in France; Or, From Training Camp
to Trenches."

From the time they reached the trenches the Army Boys were in hourly
peril of their lives. They took part in many night raids in No Man's
Land and brought back prisoners. Frank met a Colonel Pavet whose life
he saved under heavy fire and learned from the French officer
encouraging news about his mother's property. The four friends had a
thrilling experience when they were chased by Uhlan cavalry, plunged
into a river from a broken bridge only to find when they reached the
other side that the bank was held by German troops. How an airplane
rescued them from German captivity is only one of stirring incidents
narrated in the second volume of the series, entitled: "Army Boys at
the Front; Or, Hand-to-Hand Fights with the Enemy."

Frank had been in many tight places since he had been in France. In
fact, danger had been so constant that he had come to expect it. To
have a feeling of perfect comfort and security would hardly have seemed
natural. But now he freely owned to himself as he sat crouching low in
the shell hole that his liberty if not his life was scarcely worth a
moment's purchase.

Something of what was passing in his mind must have been evident to the
German who shared the hole with him. Frank could not see his face
clearly but he could hear the man shaking as if with inward laughter.

"Laugh ahead, Heinie," remarked Frank, though he knew the man could
probably not understand him. "I'd do the same if the tables were
turned. It'll be a mighty good joke to tell your cronies at mess
tomorrow how the Yankee _schweinhund_ thought he had you and then got
nabbed himself. But they haven't got me yet. Those laugh best who
laugh last, and perhaps I've got a laugh coming to me."

But just then the laugh seemed a good ways off. At any instant some
one of the many passing to and fro might stumble into the hole and the
game would be up. Or a flare from a star-shell might reveal him
crouching beside his prisoner. His prisoner! What irony there was in
the word under those circumstances.

Yet not all irony, for at the moment the thought passed through his
mind, another thought told him how he might exercise the power that the
fortune of war