Dick and his French friends gazed out at a sky made violently lurid by the reflection of the flashes of these great pieces.

Then the French guns answered furiously, nor did all the French shells fall upon the German trenches or batteries.

The French knew the location of this railway yard.
Within twenty minutes five hundred large caliber shells had fallen in or near this yard.

Freight and passenger coaches were struck and splintered.
Into the forward cattle car bounded the corporal who had tormented them that day.

Behind him, in the doorway, appeared the German officer.
"Count the prisoners," ordered the latter, "and make sure that all are there.