d up
his legs and with a cat's leap sprang for the crater.

A blood-curdling burst of whistles passed over his head as a dozen
rifles cracked. This time he was surely killed! He was in some other
world! Which was it, the good or the bad? The good, for he had a glimpse
of blue sky. No, that could not be, for he had been alive when he leaped
for the crater, and there he was pressed against the soft earth of its
bottom. He burrowed deeper blissfully. He was the nearest to the enemy
of any man of the 128th, and he certainly had passed through a gamut of
emotions in the half-hour since Eugene Aronson had leaped over a white
post.

* * * * *

"Confound it! If we'd kept on we'd have got them! Now we have to do it
all over again!" growled Fracasse distractedly as he looked around at
the faces hugging the cover of the shoulder--faces asking, What next?
each in its own way; faces blank and white; faces with lips working and
eyes blinking; faces with the blood rushing back to cheeks in baffled
anger. One, however, was half smiling--Hugo Mallin's.

"You did your share of the running, I'll warrant, Mallin!" said Fracasse
excitedly, venting his disgust on a particular object.

"Yes, sir," answered Hugo. "It was very hard to maintain a semblance of
dignity. Yes, sir, I kept near you all the time so you could watch me.
Wasn't that what you wanted me to do, sir?"

"Good old Hugo! The same old Hugo!" breathed the spirit of the company.
Three or four men burst into a hysterical laugh as if something had
broken in their throats. Everybody felt better for this touch of
drollery except the captain. Yet, possibly, it may have helped him in
recovering his poise. Sometimes even a pin-prick will have this effect.

"Silence!" he said in his old manner. "I will give you something to joke
about other than a little setback like this! Get up there with your
rifles!"

He formed the nucleus of a firing-line under cover of the shoulder, and
then set the remainder of his company to work with their spades making a
trench. The second battalion of the 128th, which faced the knoll, was
also digging at the base of the slope, and another regiment in reserve
was deploying on the plain. After the failure to rush the knoll the Gray
commander had settled down to the business of a systematic approach.

And what of those of Fracasse's men who had not run but had dropped in
their tracks when the charge halted? They were betwe