Gentlemen, step into the traverses on either side and I will test my belief." After the others had filed into the traverses Captain Ribaut rested his right hand on the parapet, causing the little pencil of electric light to glow three times in quick succession.

Then he sprang back into the nearer traverse.
Bang! A shell landed in the vacated length of trench, tearing up the duck-boards and gouging the walls of the trench.
"Go for your corporal and tell him to send two men to take this spy to the rear," Ribaut ordered one of the soldiers who stood guarding Berger.

"Captain Prescott, this regiment owes you a debt that it will never be able to repay.

Berger, your hours of life will be short, but the story of your infamy will be everlasting!" "And, Corporal," ordered Lieutenant De Verne, after Berger had been started rearward under guard, "see to it that only the most necessary sentries are posted along here for tonight.

Keep the rest of your men in shelters, for the Huns may feel disposed to continue shelling this part of the line." "Come, my American comrades," urged Captain Ribaut, "there is much more to be seen at other points along this line." Until within an hour of daylight the French captain and lieutenant and their American pupils continued along the first line trench.
Save for occasional shell fire it proved to be a rather quiet night.