CHAPTER XXIX
BOWERS IN ACTION
It was the fate of the American marines to be at the front at a momentwhen the destiny of the modern world hung in the balance; and theyplayed a part that will be gratefully remembered in America, as well asin western Europe, through generations to come.
During the day of fierce fighting, Hal and Chester had been in theforemost of the fight. They had hugged down in ravines together andtogether they had charged the German machine guns at the head of theirmen.
Many officers fell in the early hours of the battle and long beforedarkness cast its shadow over the battlefield captains and lieutenantswere occupying the posts of colonels and majors.
Nowhere in the field were there more competent officers than Hal andChester had long since proven themselves to be; and the company ofmarines whose lot it fell to the lads to lead, soon placed the utmostconfidence in them.
This company, in whose ranks was Sergeant Bowers, had been one of thefirst to get into the fight, and although the tired men would havewelcomed a moment's breathing space from time to time, they had nobreathing space.
It was this company which was the first to attack the enemy in ChateauThierry itself.
It was after one o'clock in the afternoon when the order came for themen to leave the comparative shelter of the woods and move to theattack. The men cheered wildly as the word was passed. They had beenlying down and plugging away at the enemy with their rifles. Now theywelcomed the chance that would bring them to hand grips. It was Chesterwho gave the word:
"Forward!" he cried.
Instantly the men were on their feet and streaming from the woods intothe open place beyond. Their advance was greeted with a hail ofmachine-gun fire, and high explosive shells burst to the right and tothe left of them, and in their midst. But the men were not dismayed;they showed only a greater eagerness to get in close.
Chester waved his sword aloft as he urged his troops to greater efforts.Hal, close beside his chum, also brandished his sword and flourished arevolver in his left hand.
In this manner, in spite of the havoc wreaked in their lines by theenemy fire, the marines charged upon the German lines before ChateauThierry.
The opposing lines met with a shock. Men stumbled forward; others reeledback and dropped to the ground to rise no more. It was a terriblespectacle, and Hal and Chester were right in the middle of it.
At this sort of fighting the Germans did not have a chance with the menfrom America. Flower of the German army they were, but never before hadthey encountered such determination, such recklessness and such anunquenchable spirit as the marines displayed.
"Give it to 'em, boys!" shouted Hal, as he parried a thrust from aGerman officer and fired his revolver in the man's face.
And give it to 'em the marines did!
The men had advanced, cheering; now they became strangely quiet, bendingall their energies toward subduing the foe. Slowly the Germans gaveground.
Into the streets of the village the marines advanced on the very heelsof the enemy. Chester and Hal posted them in little groups atadvantageous points while, they awaited the arrival of reinforcements,which even now could be seen advancing in the distance.
From a house to the left a machine gun crackled suddenly. Half a dozenmen near Hal tumbled over. Hal acted quickly.
"Sergeant Bowers!" he called sharply. "Take a dozen men and capture thathouse! Stay," he added as Bowers hurried away, "I'll go with you."
With a word to Chester, Hal dashed after Sergeant Bowers and the dozenmen.
To reach the house it was necessary to brave the fire of the machinegun, which covered the approach to the building. But this Hal did nothesitate to order his men to do, for by no other means, he saw, couldthe place be captured, and he realized, too, that it must be captured atall hazards.
The machine gun spat viciously at the Americans, but they advancedunflinchingly. Two men fell and two others cursed, by which Hal knewthey had been hit. So there were only ten men besides Hal and SergeantBowers who reached the house, and two of these were wounded.
At the door of the building the Americans were out of range of themachine gun, which still poured bullets over their heads. The door waslocked. Bowers and a private named Timothy put their shoulders to it andit flew open with a crash.
"Upstairs, men!" cried Hal.
Bowers reached the steps first and sprang up three at a time. Hal andthe others were close behind him. At the top, Bowers led the way alongthe narrow hall toward the room where the German machine gun was posted.The door to this room also was locked. Again Bowers and Timothy broughttheir sturdy shoulders into use and the door gave way beneath theirweight. At the moment of the crash, Hal shouted:
"Down on the floor, men!"
And it was well that he did so.
The German machine gunner within had acted just as Hal had surmised hewould. When he heard the intruders at the door, he turned his gun sothat it commanded the entrance; and when the door fell inward, he openedfire.
But thanks to Hal's prompt action, the Americans escaped unscathed. Fromhis position on the floor, Hal raised his revolver, took careful aim andfired. The German gunner inside the room threw up his hands, staggeredto his feet, spun around twice on his heel and rolled over like a log.
"All right, men," said Hal calmly. "Grab that gun."
So the gun was in the possession of the Americans, and it had beencaptured with the loss of only two men.
Hal approached the window and looked out. He saw Chester and his menforming to repel an attack that the enemy was about to launch. Thereinforcements had not arrived yet and Chester's company faced thealternative of standing firm in the face of superior numbers orretiring. Hal saw that Chester had determined to fight it out.
"Foolish, perhaps," he told himself, "but I don't blame him. Well, maybeI can help a bit. Bowers!" The sergeant saluted. "Train the gun on theenemy advancing there," Hal continued. "They make a good target. Weshould be able to break up the attack with this single gun."
Bowers needed no urging. With his own hands he whirled the gun about soit again pointed through the window. Then, without waiting for furtherorders, he opened fire.
The steady stream of machine-gun bullets opened a wide gap in the ranksof the oncoming enemy. As quickly as these gaps were filled by reservetroops, the gun manned by Bowers mowed them down again. There was aslight smile on Bowers' face.
"You will make us come three thousand miles to settle this argument,will you?" he muttered. "Well, you'll get more than you bargained for,Fritz; much more!"
Under the hail of bullets from the single machine gun and the rifle firefrom Chester's troops below, the German line wavered along its entirelength. Then the Germans broke and fled.
At the same moment, the first of the marine reinforcements poured intothe streets of the village.
But Chateau Thierry had not yet been entirely cleared of the enemy. Fromthe windows of many houses German snipers, singly and in groups, pickedoff the Americans from these shelters. Hal, glancing from the window,was able to see better than was Chester below the points where lay thegreatest danger to the marines.
"Bowers!" he called.
The sergeant stepped forward.
"See that house across the street?" asked Hal, pointing.
"Yes sir!"
"Good! You take five men and clean up the Germans there. I'll take theother five and drive out the enemy stationed in the house next to it."
"Very good, sir."
Bowers turned and called five marines by name. The men gathered aroundhim and the sergeant led the way from the house. Hal, with his fivemarines, sallied forth after the others.
On the street, the force divided, Sergeant Bowers and his men dashed upthe steps of the first house, burst open the door and disappearedwithin. Hal led his men next door.
As it developed, Hal had picked out the most difficult task for SergeantBowers and his men. As the door burs
t in under the blows of the marines,Sergeant Bowers, in advance, saw that the lower hall was filled withGermans.
But it was too late to draw back now. Besides, the lives of manyAmericans outside lay in the hands of these foes should the little partyof Americans fail to conquer them.
"Down, men!" cried the sergeant, and the first volley from the Germanspassed harmlessly over their heads.
"Fire!" shouted Sergeant Bowers, and from their positions flat on thefloor the five marines swung their rifles into position and blazed away.
The Germans received the bullets standing. Apparently they had no leaderof such quick decision as Sergeant Bowers.
"Up and at them!" shouted the sergeant.
With a cheer the little handful of marines obeyed orders.
Another volley the Germans fired, but their nerves appeared to have beenshattered and the bullets went wild with one exception. A ball piercedSergeant Bowers' left shoulder.
With a yell of anger, Sergeant Bowers hurled his empty revolver into thevery faces of the enemy and dashed forward with his naked hands, his bigfingers twisting spasmodically.
"Shoot me, will you?" he howled. "Shoot me, will you? Take that!"
He struck out with his great right fist and one German soldier crumpledup and slid gently to the floor.
"Shoot me, will you?" yelled the sergeant again.
CHAPTER XXX
VICTORY
Appalled by the fury in the face of Sergeant Bowers, the Germansretreated along the wall, two to one as they were.
"Nail 'em, Timothy!" shouted Bowers to the marine who was nearest him.
Timothy grinned and pulled the trigger of his rifle again. The othermarines also poured a volley into the compact ranks of the foe. ThreeGermans dropped.
"Good boy!" yelled Bowers. "At 'em again!"
With wild cries, the Germans broke and fled for the steps at the end ofthe hall. Up these they climbed pell-mell.
"After 'em, men!" shouted Bowers. "I'll lick the man who lets one of 'emget away!"
Up the steps after the Germans piled the marines.
At the top of the stairs, the Germans turned and poured a volley intothe marines. One man staggered, but recovered himself and went forwardagain. At the end of the hall was a small ladder which led to the roofof the building. Fear lent wings to the Germans, who shot up the ladderwith swiftness and dispatch. There was a loud bang as the trap doorabove was dropped into place even as Bowers' head would have passedthrough the opening. The result was that Bowers bumped his head againstthe door.
"Drat 'em!" exclaimed the sergeant. "They've got clear. Well, we've gotto get 'em; that's all there is about that. Timothy, you and the othershop out of here and head 'em off if they try to get down through thehouse to the left. I'll stay here in case they come back this way."
"But----" began Timothy.
"You heard me, didn't you?" demanded Bowers angrily. "Who's the sergeanthere, I want to know, huh?"
"All right. It's your funeral," said Timothy with a shrug. "Come on,fellows."
He led the way from the house.
Meanwhile, Hal and his men, who had entered the house to the right ofthat in which Sergeant Bowers now stood guard alone, had encounteredstiff opposition within. They found the Germans outnumbered themgreatly, but Hal was not disposed to give up.
The Germans, of course, were not able to make sure of the number of theAmericans and for this reason they retreated upstairs when the frontdoor was knocked in. They fired at the first head to show itself in theopening, but not a bullet struck home.
From the second floor, these Germans also climbed to the roof and closedthe trap-door, thus balking Hal and his men of their prey.
"They went up," said Hal. "They'll have to come down some time."
"They may pass on to the next house and go down that way, sir," one ofthe men suggested.
"They'll find Sergeant Bowers there," replied Chester significantly.
"They may go the other way, sir."
"They can't," said Hal. "I noticed as we came in that there are onlythree houses whose roofs are close enough to be jumped. The only dangerof our losing them is that they will pass the next house and descend inthe one at the end. You men get out of here quick and guard the endhouse."
"You mean to stay here alone, sir?"
"Exactly," said Hal. "Now hurry."
"Guess I'll try it," he said at last.
The men waited no longer.
For some moments Hal stood quietly at the foot of the ladder debatingwhether he should await the return of the Germans there or whether heshould risk a shot and open the trap door.
He mounted the ladder rapidly and cautiously pushed up the trap-door. Astrange sight met his eyes.
A dozen figures sprang from the farthest building to the one next to thelad. Behind them came three or four American marines. Hal realized atonce that Sergeant Bowers had taken the same precautions he had toprevent the escape of the enemy and had sent his men, or some of them,into the far house.
The foremost German caught sight of Hal's head and with a cry stoppedshort on the roof of the middle building.
"Down this way!" he cried, and lifted the trap-door of the building onwhich he stood.
He leaped down. Others piled after him.
"Going to be quite a scrap there," muttered Hal. "Guess I'd better takea hand."
With no thought of the risk he was running, he sprang to the roof anddashed toward the enemy. From the last of the three houses, the marinesalso advanced on the run.
At the foot of the ladder where he had stationed himself, SergeantBowers was not caught unprepared when the trap-door was flung suddenlyopen and the first German leaped down.
"Thought you'd be back," he muttered.
His fist shot out as the German reached the floor and the man dropped inhis tracks.
"One!" said the sergeant with a half smile. "Next!"
But the Germans came down the ladder so swiftly now that Sergeant Bowerswas smothered beneath them. In vain he struck out right and left. Twomen went down under his sledge-hammer blows, but the enemy arrivedfaster than Bowers could dispose of them.
Directly the sergeant found himself at bay, fully a dozen Germanscircling about him with ugly gleams in their eyes.
It seemed that the foes had run short of ammunition; otherwise Bowersmust surely have perished where he stood before help could reach him.But no shot was fired. Nevertheless, the Germans were armed with knivesand daggers, while Bowers had no weapons save his two great fists.
It was apparent, however, that the cowardly foes had a wholesome respectfor these fists. Each appeared afraid to close in--each waited for thenext man to strike the first blow. Sergeant Bowers stood with his backto the wall and taunted them.
"Come on, you cowards!" he called. "Come in here and meet an Americanmarine!"
The Germans muttered angrily, but no man seemed anxious to be the firstto attack.
Still, it was plain to Sergeant Bowers that they must attack soon or becaught like rats in a trap. The position where the sergeant stood at bayhad a certain advantage; for the Germans to reach the steps leading tothe floor below it would be necessary to pass within a few feet of him.And Sergeant Bowers had decided with himself that he would never allowthe Germans to pass there while he remained alive.
The Germans now began to realize the need of haste; and this hastebecame greater as a marine came sliding down the ladder from the roof.With bellows of fury they sprang upon Sergeant Bowers and the newarrival.
The sergeant and the private fought as best they could. They struck outright and left with all their strength.
But gradually they felt themselves being pushed back. Bowers felt aslight pain in his left forearm as a knife found its mark. A momentlater a shining blade grazed his forehead. With an angry bellow, thesergeant sprang into the very midst of his foes.
It was at this moment that Hal reached the opening in the roof and camescram
bling down to the aid of the hard-pressed Americans below. From theroof of the adjoining building, the other marines now streamed to jointhe fight.
Realizing that the game was up in this direction, the Germans turned toflee. Bowers and the first marine to come to his assistance had beenforced to give ground enough to permit the enemy the access of thestairs leading to the ground floor.
Down these the Germans dashed madly, each man upbraiding the other forblocking his progress. At the bottom of the stairs, they hurried towardthe broken front door.
Even as the first man would have stepped out, a figure in khaki appearedin the doorway, a revolver in his hand.
It was Chester, who, now that the enemy had been driven from ChateauThierry, had come to make sure of the safety of Hal and his companions.
"Hah!" cried the foremost German, and stopped dead in his tracks.
"Hands up!" cried Chester in German.
Instead of obeying this command, however, the Germans inside turnedquickly and dashed into a room on the first floor. Quickly they lockedand barred the door before either Chester or the Americans descendingfrom above could halt them.
Chester stopped before this door. His eyes searched the steps at the endof the hall down which the marines, headed by Bowers, now ran.
"Hal!" he cried.
"All right," came his chum's voice from above. "I'm here, but don't youlet those fellows get away."
"Not a chance," laughed Chester as Hal, Bowers and the others came up tohim. "They're in this room here, and I guess they'll stay there untilthey get ready to surrender."
"But the windows?" suggested Sergeant Bowers.
"Guarded," replied Chester briefly. "By Jove, sergeant! You look likeyou had been in a fight."
"So I have, sir," declared the sergeant grimly, "but if you'll bother togo to the top of yonder steps you'll find half a dozen men who look awhole lot worse than I do."
"I've no doubt of it, sergeant," laughed Chester. "But you'd better havethose wounds dressed."
"Not until we've rounded up the gang in there, sir," said SergeantBowers, pointing.
"Well, that should be simple enough," declared Hal. "Break in the door,men!"
Three marines laid their shoulders to the door and heaved lustily. Therewas the sound of splintering wood, and the door flew open. The marinesdropped hastily to the floor, anticipating a volley of rifle bullets,but no such volley came.
Instead, Hal and Chester, looking into the room, beheld an amusingsight.
Facing the door, their hands high above their heads, their faces bearingevery appearance of the utmost terror, were twelve Germans, the solesurvivors of the enemy force that had defended the two houses now in thepossession of the marines.
Their faces blanched as Hal, Chester and Sergeant Bowers took a stepforward.
"Kamerad!" they cried. "Kamerad! Kamerad!"
It was the work of only a few minutes to make prisoners of these men,after which, under guard, they were marched out and turned over to theproper authorities.
The fighting in Chateau Thierry had ceased. The duel of big guns stillraged, but the American mastery of Chateau Thierry and the whole ofBelleau Woods no longer could be disputed.
It was 10 o'clock that night when Hal and Chester found themselves alonein their temporary quarters in Chateau Thierry.
"Well, we went through 'em, old boy," said Hal quietly.
"Of course," said Chester. "And from this time we'll go through 'emalmost at will. And it was the Prussian Guard we licked. Think of that!The pride of the German emperor--the best troops he boasted."
"Mark my words," said Hal, "while the fighting is by no means over, thisis the beginning of the end. We've met the best the enemy had to offerand it wasn't good enough. They've lost thousands upon thousands. Theirmorale is shattered at last. Oh, they'll probably fight on and on, butfrom this time forward there can be no doubt of the ultimate result."
"Right." Chester agreed. "As our friend Bowers would say, 'They'rethrough!'"
And, as it developed, the lads were right. It was at Chateau Thierrythat American marines struck the blow that broke the backbone of Germanresistance. However, there was to be more severe fighting and in it bothHal and Chester were to play their parts. Their later adventures will befound in a succeeding volume, entitled, "THE BOY ALLIES WITH THE GREATADVANCE; OR, DRIVING THE FOE THROUGH FRANCE AND BELGIUM."
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