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"I've heard about these things happening in the trenches," remarked Leon. "This is the first case I've seen."
"There are a good many made the same way," said Jacques soberly. "The terrible strain and the awful slaughter affect men's nerves so that they sometimes go entirely to pieces. It is very sad."
"It's horrible!" muttered Earl with a shudder.
"For my part I'd rather be killed," said Leon.
Attendants came and led poor Lippen away. Perhaps with constant care and prolonged quiet his shattered nerves might mend. At any rate he was but one small part of the army and the war must go on whether he was gone or not. Of course all would be done for him that was possible, but after all one man more or less is a very tiny part of a big army. If sympathy was expended on every pitiful case there would not be much time left for fighting.
As the soldiers crouched behind the parapet Captain Le Blanc approached the spot where Jacques was seated.
"Private Dineau," he said, "I understand that you are an aviator."
"Yes, sir," exclaimed Jacques, quickly springing to his feet and saluting.
"You were once attached to the flying corps?"
"Yes, sir."
"You think you can still drive an aeroplane?"
"I am sure of it, sir."
"Very good," said the captain. "Come with me."
CHAPTER XVIII
AN a.s.sIGNMENT
"Well what do you suppose he's going to do?" exclaimed Earl after Jacques and Captain Le Blanc had disappeared.
"He's going flying, I suppose," said Dubois.
"Say," cried Earl enviously, "I wish we were."
"That's the best part of the service all right," said Leon. "Jacques and I were in it together once and I know what I'm talking about."
"Why did you ever leave it?" inquired Dubois.
"I don't know," said Leon. "We thought it would be more exciting with the infantry and so we got transferred."
"Flying's not as safe as it was at the beginning of the war," remarked Dubois.
"I know it isn't," said Leon. "There are ten times as many machines now as there were then and ten times as many flyers. Then again, scouting over trenches is much more dangerous than over the open country. Here you are fired at constantly by the anti-aircraft guns and you meet so many more machines; they're all concentrated in one spot."
"Just the same I'd like to try it," exclaimed Earl eagerly. "Do you suppose that if Jacques is given a machine he could take us along as observers?"
"No such luck I'm afraid," laughed Leon grimly. "We may never see him again."
"Let's hope it will not be as bad as that," said Dubois. "Jacques is certainly a fine boy."
"He's a good friend of mine all right," said Leon warmly.
After a time the two brothers and Dubois were relieved from duty and retired to their dug-out for rest and recuperation. They were soon asleep, for the experiences of the past few hours had been exhausting.
Heavy and regular breathing soon testified that the other occupants of the underground room were also deep in slumber.
Leon suddenly opened his eyes with the vague impression in his mind that someone was shaking him. He awoke to find himself staring into the flare of a flashlight. Some soldier held it in one hand while with the other he tugged at Leon's sleeve.
The young soldier was awake instantly and on his feet. Men who live in constant danger do not waste any time waking up.
"What is it?" he demanded.
"Come with me," said the man whom Leon recognized as Captain Le Blanc's orderly. "Also bring your brother."
"Wake up, Earl," whispered Leon eagerly in his brother's ear.
A moment later the twins and their guide were making their way along the trenches towards the captain's quarters. It was very dark and difficult to see. Vague, shadowy forms crouching low behind the parapets, however, testified that France's children were still guarding her. Day after day and night after night the constant vigil was kept up; never for one moment did these human machines relax their caution.
Everywhere throughout the length of the long battle-line, sharp eyes kept watch.
Winding through the numerous trenches the three soldiers finally came to their destination. A moment's delay and they were ushered into the dug-out which served as Captain Le Blanc's quarters. A short time before, this same shelter had served a corresponding purpose for some German official.
Seated at a table were three men. One of them the brothers immediately recognized as Captain Le Blanc but the other two were strangers. The officer on the captain's right turned to him.
"Are these the two young men of whom you spoke?" he inquired.
Captain Le Blanc turned and glanced questioningly at Jacques who stood nearby. The young Frenchman nodded his head slightly.
"These are the ones, General," said the captain, facing again the man who had questioned him.
"Very good," exclaimed the general, a keen-eyed soldier with white hair and a white mustache. "They are friends of yours I take it?" he remarked to Jacques.
"Yes, sir," replied Jacques with a prompt salute.
"Young men," said the general now addressing Leon and Earl, "I have a mission to be performed; it requires the services of an experienced aviator and we have decided that it is best for him to be accompanied by two men. It is dangerous but it is necessary. We have chosen you three young men from among many and we rely on you to carry the enterprise through to a successful conclusion.
"You will start at dawn; Private Dineau will be the aviator and he will have as aides the brothers Platt. You will be conducted to the machine you are to use and as dawn is not far distant I advise you to prepare yourselves at once. Good luck to you."
He turned away and the three boys, realizing that they were dismissed, immediately withdrew. Captain Le Blanc's orderly followed them.
"I will conduct you to your machine," he announced and set out at once, closely followed by the three young soldiers. Back from the front they walked, proceeding through the winding maze of communicating trenches.
Few words were spoken until they emerged from the trenches entirely and came to the open road.
A small motor-car with a chauffeur seated at the wheel stood near the entrance to the trench.
"For us," announced the orderly and straightway climbed aboard.