Still one can never say." A brief conversation, and the visitors returned to the outer air, where Private Berger awaited them.

At the second line trench, which held the supporting troops for the first line, Ribaut took them to the captain of French infantry in command at that point.
"I will send Lieutenant De Verne with you," said the captain, and passed the word for that officer.
"Show our American comrades everything that can possibly interest them," was the captain's order.
"I shall do my best, my captain," replied the lieutenant.

"But I do not know.

The Huns are as quiet, to-night, as though they had tired themselves to death this afternoon." Turning to Private Berger, Lieutenant De Verne added: "You may find your way into one of the dugouts if you like, as you will hardly be needed for hours." "But my orders, my lieutenant, were to remain with the American party," protested Private Berger mildly.
"Oh, very well, then," replied De Verne carelessly.
This time, instead of leading the way, Private Berger brought up the rear.
"You will do well to talk in low tones," the French lieutenant cautioned them in whispers, "for, when we enter the front line trench we shall be only about a quarter of a kilometer from the Huns' first line trench." With that they started forward.

A short stroll through a communication trench brought them to the first line ditch.