"
The German officer gave a great laugh.
"Hear the boy talk," he exclaimed. "He asks us to surrender when we have
just chased all the French back to their own lines."
There was a roar of laughter from the troop.
"Surrender!" called Chester again.
Again there was a laugh and the German officer called:
"Throw up your hands, boy, or you shall be shot!"
"Well," said Chester, "I've done all I can. I've warned you. Your blood
be upon your own heads."
With a sudden leap he disappeared among the trees. With a fierce cry, the
German officer made after him, firing as he did so.
At the same moment there was a crash as of a thousand rifles.
Germans fell from their saddles like chaff before a storm. Horses
reared, screamed, stampeded and fell down dead, crushing their
riders beneath them.
By this time Chester had returned to his men and took charge of the
rapid-fire gun himself. He turned it this way and that, sweeping the
roadway clear, where the foe was in range.
And from far behind the German line at this moment broke out the crack of
rifles. The French infantry had advanced in pursuit of the Germans, a
squadron of cavalry showing the way.
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