One of our shots wrecked his plane and brought the Hun down---dead." Evidently, however, that airman of the enemy had given the location and range of division headquarters, for now a shell from a German battery struck and exploded in the yard outside, killing a sentry and wounding two orderlies.

A second and a third shell followed.
A fourth shell tore away the corner of the house without injuring any one.
"Your orders, my general, in case our observers can locate the Hun battery ?" asked a staff officer, coming in from the next room and resting a hand on a telephone instrument.
"If the enemy battery can be located," replied General Bazain, "let it be destroyed." Rapidly the staff officer sent his message to the artillery post of command.
"But surely you will go to a shelter ?" asked the staff officer, laying down the instrument when he had finished.
"It will be inconvenient," sighed the division commander.

"The light here is much better." Yet General Bazain permitted himself to be persuaded to remove from this now highly dangerous spot.

As he and his staff, accompanied by the visitors, stepped outside another shell exploded close at hand, fortunately without doing harm.
Descending to the cellar of a wrecked house near by, in the wake of their hosts, the Americans found the entrance to steps, cut in the earth, leading to a secure shelter on a level much below that of the cellar.

Here were two rooms underground, both equipped with desks, lights, chairs, telephones and all that was needed for communicating with the ranking officers of the division at their posts in the trenches.
"It is stupid to have to work under candlelight in the daytime," sighed the division commander.