He took a firm hold on the edge
above and drew himself up with little difficulty. He was about to reach
down and lend Hal a hand when he happened to look toward the east.
"Good night!" he exclaimed and disappeared into the pit in a hurry.
"What's the matter?" demanded Hal, who had not overheard his friend's
ejaculation.
"Matter!" echoed Chester. "There are about ten millions coming this way
on the dead run. The French have retreated!"
"Hm-m-m," said Hal; "and what are we going to do?"
"Bide here for a spell, I expect," was Chester's answer.
"Guess you're right. They may not notice us down here. We'll play we're a
couple of mice and see how still we can keep."
"Good! Listen! I hear 'em coming!"
Above them, to one side, they could hear the trampling of many feet as
the Germans passed the pit.
"Guess we're safe enough so long as we stay down here," said Chester.
"But we're going to have trouble reaching the French lines if the Germans
are permitted to camp out hereabouts," declared Hal.
"Well, maybe the French will chase them back again," said Chester,
hopefully.
"Maybe," Hal repeated, "and then maybe not. Now, if we--hello!"
He broke off suddenly.
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