Then he rose to his knees in the middle of the group.
"You are wonderful!" whispered the French lieutenant, placing his lips at Prescott's ear.

"You Americans must have learned your stealth from your own Indians.

We are clumsy when we try to equal you in moving without noise." One of the soldiers had taken station at the edge of the crater nearest the German line.

Here, with helmet off, and showing not a fraction of an inch more of his head above ground than was necessary, this sentry watched in the dark.
Again De Verne's lips sought Dick's ear as he whispered: "What we would like most to do is to find out what is going on in the Hun trenches.

Next to that, the thing we like best is to ambush a German patrol, capture or kill the men, and get back with our prisoners." "French patrols must often be captured, also," Dick whispered cautiously.
"But yes!" replied the French lieutenant, with a shrug of his shoulders.