HERBERT'S LITTLE SCHEME
"Keep an eye open for anything the enemy may spring on us," cautioned
Lieutenant Jackson, at the daily conference of the officers under him,
their men now occupying the gun pit and the trench near, which had been
enlarged from a communicating trench. In all there were now a platoon
and three squads of new men. "They have all sorts of schemes. We must
have only the sharpest-witted fellows at the two listening posts,"
continued the commander.
"For this duty I would like to pick Corporals Whitcomb and Kelsey and
Privates Marsh, Ferry, Drake and Horn, with two others that may be
selected later. Experience and practice will do the best work in this
duty and it will be well for you men to arrange regular watches, as they
do on shipboard. Whitcomb, I know you are thinking of sniping duty, but
send your two men out on that, alternately, and you will have some time
for it also. Yes, go ahead, Corporal. Got another idea?"
"I was just thinking this might work, Lieutenant," offered Herbert. And
briefly he outlined a scheme that made the rest of those present open
wide their eyes. It was a little bit of strategy that was worth trying.
"Fine, fine!" declared the lieutenant. "They'll be most apt to attack
the trench and you can work it best there. Get ready for tonight; it'll
be as dark as pitch. Sergeant"--to West--"you are in command in the
trench, but in this case give the matter over to Whitcomb and the two of
you can put it through according to his plan. We shall look after the
gun up here with half our men and I'll ask Lieutenant Searles, beyond,
to back you up on that side. So, go to it, men!"
The carrying out of a strategic move in the army is nothing like that in
any other organization; the action is settled by one or two heads,
planned in detail by whoever is put in command, and the rest merely
follow orders. West, Whitcomb and Townsend went at the matter with all
the energy they could show and the help of some others who were handy.
Just before dark a German airplane, reconnoitering high in air, and
purposely let alone by Susan Nipper, discovered a long section of the
trench very poorly guarded and manned. This ruse, if not found out as
such, is an instant temptation to a raiding party, and the Germans are
never slow to seize an advantage.
Massed and ready at one end of the trench near the gun pit, West's and
Whitcomb's men were waiting patiently, and in the dugout were more than
a dozen stuffed figures posed as though sleeping, a few others propped
standing in the trench. A small number of bombs were set to go off with
the pull of a string.
The Germans came across silently, a hundred strong, prepared to inflict
all the damage they could and to capture prisoners; especially to
capture prisoners, for there were promotion and the Iron Cross ahead for
those who could bring in Americans.
Hidden in a shell hole, almost in the middle of No Man's Land, his head
covered with bunches of grass, and thus successfully camouflaged, a
volunteer spy from out of the ranks heard and saw the Germans dash
across and into the American trench and he at once gave the signal to
the waiting fifty. Without a second's hesitation they went over the top
and dashed toward the enemy's trench section, to which the spy led them,
he having been able to tell from what direction they had come.
Herbert led the men and without much trouble they found the breach in
the wire through which the raiders had come. Swiftly the Yanks ran
forward, leaped over the sand bags down into the trench, and an
astonished German on duty there got tumbled over so quickly that he knew
not what hit him.
Corporal Whitcomb instantly comprehended the exact situation and to
further carry out his plan acted accordingly. To the left a right-angled
bend led to a communicating trench that could be held by half a dozen
men; a little to the right of this another cut led to an elaborate
shelter, a guard to which had been standing in the entrance-way. To a
dozen men Herbert ordered:
"In there, quick, and hold them up till you hear the signals, and don't
come out until then!"
The guard had alarmed those in the dugout, who were the remaining men of
the trench contingent off duty and sleeping, and the Americans had a
lively time of it, but of that nothing was known until later.
"Here at the bend line your men up!" Herbert said to Sergeant West, "and
fire when I signal! Carey and I will watch them."
Finding nothing but stuffed figures, the German officer must have
suspected a trap in the American trench and he signaled his men to
return quickly. This they did, retreating across No Man's Land exactly
as they had come. Hidden behind sand bags a little to one side of the
wire breach, Herbert saw them come and he waited until twenty-five, or
more, in a bunch had leaped into the trench.
At Herbert's signal a volley rang out at the trench bend, followed by
groans and curses from the Germans. By this time others, thinking only
of getting back into shelter, and not comprehending that their enemies
were within the German trench, leaped in also and met much the same
fate.
Those not yet in the trench began a retreat along the inner line of wire
entanglement and over the sand bags away from the shooting and going
into the trench at a point farther along. Here they must have
encountered more of their fellows and at once formed a plan of reprisal.
Anticipating this and also an attack from the other side over the more
easily sloping rear of the trench, Herbert leaped back, gave the signal
as agreed upon for the retreat with prisoners, and the men got busy.
There were a dozen or more of the enemy unhurt in the trench.
Meanwhile, the Germans in the dugout had put up a fight, and had thrown
some hand grenades at the entrance among the Americans, with the result
that some of the attacking party of a dozen must have been put out of
the business of active participation. The others had begun to shoot,
rather at random, but largely accounting for those who had attempted to
resist; and then, as the Americans were about to round up their
prisoners, some brave, foolhardy or fanatic German managed to set off a
box of bombs or grenades, enough explosives to upset an average house.
But one man, Private Seeley, came out of that volcano able to tell what
happened; two rushed out into the trench to fall on their faces, blinded
and dying. Within was a holocaust of flame, smoke and poisonous gases
presiding over the dead and dying, Americans and Germans alike.
Sergeant West and Corporal Whitcomb reached the crumbling entrance and
tried to gaze within.
"We must get our boys out!" began Herbert.
"Impossible!" protested West.
"Let's try! There may be some alive----"
"Not one! Let's get out of this!"
"You detail squads at the ends of the trench to fight to the last man
and give me a rescuing party----"
"No use, Corporal. You can see that. We shall be outnumbered and hemmed
in soon. We've got to go!"
"Gardner and Watson are in there!"
"Dead as mackerels! They'll stay there forever. Come, now; we must go
back!" With that Sergeant West blew the signal again, and the men, with
no wounded, but rushing a number of prisoners, turned once more to
retreat.
And then the thing happened which Herbert had expected, in part, and had
planned to circumvent: a rally of reprisal had been started. But not
being sure of their ground, the Huns had meant, in turn, to cut off the
Americans by another detour.
Carey had been left on guard outside of the wire. Paying little
attention to what might be going on in the trench, he had followed the
German survivors and he had seen and heard them return to No Man's Land
and reach a place of ambuscade. This was along the line of some tall
Lombardy poplar trees, that had probably once been a farm lane, and the
spot was easily noted. Directly past it the Yanks must go to regain
their trench.
Carey's speedy progress toward his comrades was hardly marked by
caution. His information was received by West and Whitcomb with as much
elation as they could show in the face of the loss of their companions
in the dugout. This was no time for sentiment; only for action.
"Follow me, men; double file as much as you can and pussy-foot it for
keeps!" Herbert ordered, caring no more for technical terms than do many
other officers when bent upon such urgent duty.
West ordered three men to conduct the prisoners straight across to the
gun pit. Carey indicated the line of trees. Herbert led his men to a
point fifty yards behind the trees; then he went to West.
"You order the charge, will you? You inspire the men more than I. I
will give you the signal again, this time the soft whistle of a
migrating bird."
The Germans heard a low, plaintive call come from somewhere near; some
might have suspicioned it; others hardly noticed it. But almost
immediately afterward it was followed by such a yell that the enemy must
have believed Satan and all his imps were on the job. Perhaps they were.
What followed was another mêlée; the Huns, being unable to swing their
several machine-guns around, turned with rifles, bayonets and grenades
to find their foes upon them, the revolvers of the Americans spitting
fire quite as usual. The Huns were being mowed down most disastrously
and in less than half a minute they were separated, beaten back, thrown
into confusion, overpowered in numbers, disarmed and completely at the
mercy of their superior and more dashing adversaries. Again the ready
and effective revolvers had won.
"Back to our trench! March! Double quick!" shouted Sergeant West.
* * * * *
"A success, men; a success! I cannot give this too high praise in my
report. It is worthy of being imitated. The men in the dugout were
unfortunate; you couldn't help that. It is terribly hard to foresee
anything, and no one would have been to blame if the whole scheme had
failed. You only did your duty magnificently! And, Whitcomb, the credit
for the idea belongs to you. We will have to term you our Lord High
Executioner."
"Please don't, sir!" the boy protested. "We may have to do this sort of
thing in the business of fighting, but I wouldn't care to have it rubbed
in."
The lieutenant laughed. "Well, at any rate, your scheme, though it
practically wiped out your squad, and you are the only one left, must
have accounted for at least ninety of the Huns, in dead and wounded, and
you took fifty prisoners. Not bad out of perhaps two hundred men in that
section of their trench!"