Apparently
the Germans had overlooked the small field piece in their haste to give
chase to the retreating French.
The horses were standing a short distance away, unhurt, as Chester could
see. The lad dashed toward the gun at top speed, his five men following
him as fast as they could run.
There was a light of anticipation on Chester's face as he reached the gun
and examined it carefully.
"Plenty of ammunition," he said with a grin, as his men came up to him.
The others grinned also.
"What are you going to do with it, sir?" asked one.
Chester waved his arm in the direction of the retreating French and
pursuing Germans.
"Give those fellows a little surprise party when they turn back," he
said.
The men caught the idea and were immediately filled with enthusiasm.
"We'd better get away from here before we're discovered, though," said
Chester. "Catch those horses, some of you."
This was an easy matter, for the horses stood still as two of the French
soldiers approached them.
"Hook 'em up," cried Chester.
This, too, was the work of a moment.
"I'll do the driving," said Chester. "You fellows climb aboard."
The others needed no urging and a moment later this strange battery moved
toward the French lines at a gallop.
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