life. But the Red Cross was at work, and the wounded were being cared for with the greatest possible haste and gentleness.

“That was some fight, if you ask me,” said Hal to Chester, as they continued their way to the part of the field where they could see General French and his staff, Lieutenant Anderson having left them to rejoin his own men, from whom he had become separated.

“It was all of that,” replied Chester, “and I can’t imagine how we escaped with our lives.”

“Nor I. It doesn’t seem possible that anyone in the midst of such terrible carnage could live, to say nothing of being only slightly wounded. By the way, are you hurt much, Hal?”

“No; just a scratch on the face and a bump on the head. And you?”

“I was luckier than that, although a German did crack me with his rifle butt.”

“Look at the dead and wounded lying about,” said Hal. “It is a terrible thing—this modern warfare.”

“It is, indeed,” returned Chester, and the two continued on their way in silence.

General French noticed their approach. The British commander was standing as he had stood through the last part of the battle, exposed to the fire of the enemy, calmly smoking a cigarette!

CHAPTER VI.

THE BRIDGE IS HELD.

At a sign from General French Hal and Chester approached and saluted.

“Where have you been, sirs?” demanded the British commander.

Hal stepped forward and explained their absence.

“And you were in the midst of the charge?” questioned General French, when the lad concluded.

“Yes, sir!”

“And are not even badly wounded?”

“No, sir!”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed the general. Then, after a few moments’ silence: “You seem to bear charmed lives. I believe you are the two for my mission.”

“Yes, sir!” exclaimed Hal eagerly.

“Both of you report to me in an hour,” ordered General French.

The two lads saluted again and moved away.

“Wonder what he wants?” said Chester.

“Too deep for me,” was Hal’s reply.

“He said something about a mission. I guess that means more excitement for us.”

“I guess you are right. However, I am sure we can go through with it, no matter what it may be.”

“We can try, anyhow. That’s the best anyone can do.”

At the appointed time the two boys made their way to General French’s headquarters.

“I have an important piece of work that must be done, and which will be attended with grave danger; are you willing to undertake it?” asked the British commander, coming to the point without preliminaries.

“We shall do our best, sir,” replied Hal.

“Good! The enemy has retreated beyond Meaux. To-morrow I shall try and drive him farther. It is absolutely necessary that our movements be not anticipated. As you see we have lost many officers. I want you to lead one hundred men to a position just this side of the bridge. The enemy must not be allowed to cross. One hundred men can hold the bridge as well as ten thousand. The men to go with you have been selected. They have volunteered for this duty. Captain Lee will show you where to find them. Hold the bridge! That is all!”

The two lads saluted and took their departure. They found Captain Lee, and with him were soon at the head of the little band of men who had volunteered to hold the bridge at Meaux against the whole German army, if necessary.

It was still dark, and it was a quiet little band that advanced through the British lines to take up their positions at the extreme front. A long range artillery duel was still in progress in spite of the darkness, but little damage was being done by either side.

Having retreated beyond Meaux, the Germans had unlimbered their artillery again and the British were replying. The little band of English, with Hal and Chester in lead, advanced to the edge of the bridge described by General French, and there took up their positions.

The bridge was very narrow, hardly wide enough for five men to walk abreast. On the British end the approach curved, making it impossible for one coming from the other direction to see what was at the other end. It was indeed a strategic point for defense. The river was high and thus precluded any attempt to ford it.

All night long the little band of men lay at the bridge, ready for battle on a moment’s notice. All night long the shells of both the Germans and British flew screaming overhead; but none dropped near them.

With the first faint glow of the approaching day the little band of British were awake. At Hal’s suggestion they cut down trees, and dragged them to the end of the bridge, forming a barricade. Behind this they lay down.

It was almost noon before the man stationed to watch the approach to the bridge dropped quickly over the barricade and reported:

“They are coming!”

“All right,” replied Hal. “We’re ready for ’em!”

Under Hal’s direction, a single line of rifles, twenty-five in all, appeared through the cracks of the barricade. The others had been divided into three bodies—each containing twenty-five men—each body directly behind the others. These were instructed to fill up the gaps made by the German fire. Thus, as each man in the front rank fell, his place would immediately be filled by another, the second by the third, the third by the fourth, so providing twenty-five men fell the front line would be still intact, although the fourth line would have disappeared.

Hal and Chester took their places just in the rear of the first line, where they could see what was going on and direct the fighting.

“Do not fire until they come into sight around the turn,” Capt. Lee instructed his men. “Then mow them down, and make every shot count!”

Joking and humming to themselves, the men prepared for action. The first line poked their rifles through the barricade and lay down behind them. All was in readiness to repulse the attack.

Suddenly the first Germans appeared around the turn in the bridge, marching five abreast.

“Fire!” cried the captain, and the British rifles broke into flame.

Five Germans tumbled to the bridge.

A sudden idea struck Hal.

“There’s no use wasting five bullets on each German,” he told his men. “Let the five men on the left each pick out a man. The rest reserve your fire unless one of our men go down, then the one nearest him take his man, and so on!”

The second five Germans were too close behind their comrades, who had just fallen, to arrest their steps in time to avoid the British fire.

Five shots rang out as they came into view, and again five Germans fell. So far not a shot had been fired by the Germans. But now five more came around the turn with a rush, followed by five more, and still another five.

The first five dropped in a heap, but from the second five came a burst of flame and the crack of rifles. Two men behind the barricade dropped, one of whom was Capt. Lee. But the Germans paid dearly for their rash attack.

In less time than it takes to tell it, ten more Germans had bitten the dust. Then they drew off.

“Good work, men!” cried Chester. “We can hold them off indefinitely,” he added to Hal.

“Looks like it,” was Hal’s reply. “But if they make a concerted rush we shall have our hands full. How is Capt. Lee?”

“Very bad,”