While listening Dick studied the faces of the waiting French soldiers, their bearing and their equipment.

Only the sergeant remained standing; the privates disposed of themselves on the fire step for a seat.

Two of them even dozed, so far were they from any feeling of excitement.
"Ready, now, Sergeant," nodded the lieutenant.
"We are ready, Lieutenant," reported the sergeant.
"Proceed." First of all the sergeant went up over the top of the trench, crawling noiselessly to the ground beyond.

After him, one at a time, went the French soldiers.
"You next, Captain, if you please," urged Lieutenant De Verne.
"And do not forget that any betraying sound causes the night to be lighted with German flares and that the Huns are always ready to turn their machine guns loose." Dick's hands were instantly on the rungs of the ladder.

Up he went, cat-like.