Into the trenches the men threw themselves, dying by
the hundreds; but there were always more to take their places. While the
attack had not been exactly a surprise, the French nevertheless had been
caught off their guard and the first advantage was with the Germans.
As wave after wave of humanity poured into the trenches, the French broke
and fled. Toward Hal and Chester they came, making for the protection of
the next line of entrenchments just beyond Thiaumont farm. Hal and
Chester stepped within the farmhouse to watch the flight.
"We can't remain here long," Chester shouted to make himself heard above
the din and crash of musketry.
Hal nodded his understanding and turned again to the window.
At that moment a body of French infantry, perhaps 200 strong, dashed
directly for the farmhouse. Through the doors they poured and rushed to
the windows and manned them.
Some rushed upstairs, under the direction of the single officer with them
and others descended into the basement.
"By Jove! They are going to make a stand here!" cried Chester.
"Right!" Hal agreed. "Here is a chance for us to do some good. We'll
offer our services to this officer.
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