A BALL OF TWINE
"What can we do to the Germans, Dubois?" asked Leon curiously.
"We can play a trick on them. What's the use in allowing them to have
all the fun?"
"But what do you intend to do?"
"I will show you presently. First of all I want a long piece of stout
twine. I shall need a whole ball of it I guess."
"What are you going to do with it?" demanded Leon.
"You will see very soon," said Dubois evasively. "I must get the twine
before we do anything else."
He made his way along the trench to the spot where the field telephone
had been installed and had a message sent back for the next courier who
came out to their position to bring with him a ball of strong string.
"I wish you'd tell us what your plans are," said Earl when Dubois had
rejoined him and his twin brother.
"You will know in good time," said Dubois. "If I were to tell you now
you would try to restrain me. You would say I was foolish."
"Are you going over to the German trenches?" demanded Leon.
"Wait and see," smiled Dubois.
"Well all I can say is that if you try a thing like that you are
crazy," exclaimed Leon warmly. "You saw how much good Armande's
expedition did and what happened to him."
"I knew you'd object to my plan," said Dubois.
"Then you admit that you are going over to their trenches?"
"I didn't say so. Let's not talk about it any more."
Although both boys tried hard they were unable to draw Dubois into
further conversation concerning his project. The talk finally drifted
into other channels and the Frenchman's plans, whatever they were, were
finally forgotten.
"Who was looking for a ball of twine?" asked a voice about a half-hour
later. "Who was it that wanted the string?"
The voice seemed strangely familiar to the ears of both Leon and Earl.
They peered eagerly through the darkness to see if they could discover
the identity of the speaker. All they could see was the faint outline
of some soldier's figure. The man, whoever it was, had a bandage tied
around his face.
"Did anyone here want twine?" he asked again.
"Jacques!" cried Leon eagerly. "What are you doing here?"
"Leon, is it you?" demanded Jacques, for it was the daring young
Frenchman who had returned. "Where is Earl?"
"Right here," exclaimed that individual briskly. "But what are you
doing back here so soon?"
"Why shouldn't I come back?"
"But you were wounded."
"Merely a scratch. The silly old doctors wanted me to remain in the
base hospital for a day or two but that is ridiculous."
"You are reckless, Jacques," said Leon reprovingly. "Still I am
awfully glad to see you again."
"Who wants this twine?" asked Jacques. "When I started back they gave
it to me to bring out to some one in this trench who had telephoned in
for it."
"I want it."
"Who are you?"
"Dubois."
"Ah, Dubois. What use can you have for string?"
"Let me have it and I'll soon show you."
Jacques handed the twine over to Dubois, who immediately unwound a
small section of it and tested its strength.
"That is fine," he murmured approvingly. "Now for the fun."
Without waiting a moment longer he placed the ball of string in his
pocket and climbed out of the trench. He did not even take his gun
with him. His companions were too surprised by his strange actions to
offer any objection and he had disappeared into the darkness almost
before they were aware of it.
"Well," exclaimed Leon. "What do you think of that crazy man?"
"Where's he going?" asked Jacques, puzzled by the actions of his friend.
"Over to the German trenches I think."
"What for?"
"To get killed I guess," said Leon. "I don't see what else it can be."
"He must have some object I should think," said Jacques. "Wouldn't he
tell you what it was?"
"No, he wouldn't," answered Earl. "It has something to do with a bell
though I'm sure," and he related the story of Armande's adventure.
"Perhaps he's going to try to fix it so it won't ring any more,"
suggested Jacques. "He's not afraid of anything you know."
"It's not a question of being afraid," said Leon warmly. "It's a
question of using good common sense."
The three boys waited anxiously for the return of their comrade but the
moments passed and he did not reappear. The firing had been fitful all
through the night; the steady booming of the big cannon being broken by
an occasional burst of machine-gun fire.
"He'll never come back I'm afraid," said Earl slowly after the lapse of
half an hour.
"Don't give up yet," exclaimed Jacques. "He may return."
"I'd like to know why he went," said Lean. "Why was he so mysterious?"
At this moment, however, Dubois suddenly reappeared and clambered back
into the trench.
"Dubois!" cried Leon eagerly. "Where have you been?"
"Over to see Fritzie," chuckled Dubois gayly. "Fritzie" was the name
by which the French and English sometimes referred to the Germans.
"Are you hurt?" demanded Leon.
"Hurt?" echoed Dubois. "I never felt better."
"What have you been doing?"
"I'll show you in just a moment," and Dubois busied himself with
something he held in his hands. It was too dark for his companions to
make out just what he was doing.
After a few moments the reckless Frenchman turned to his friends. His
preparations, whatever they were, evidently were complete.
"Now for the fun," he exclaimed. "Listen!"
He made a quick motion with his right arm as though he were jerking
something. From across the battlefield came the faint sound of a bell.
Almost instantly followed the sharp rattle of many machine-guns being
fired at once.
"Hear that?" demanded Dubois enthusiastically. "Isn't that great?"
"What are you doing?" asked Leon curiously. "You don't mean to say
that you made that bell ring."
"Oh, is that so?" exclaimed Dubois gleefully. "I'll show you again as
soon as they stop that noise over there."
Gradually the fire from the German trenches died down and the front
regained its former state of comparative quiet. Once again Dubois
jerked his arm and again came the sound of the bell, followed by the
sudden burst of machine-gun and rifle fire.
"Dubois! What have you got there?" demanded Earl.
"A string," said Dubois almost beside himself with laughter.
"That ball of twine I brought out?" asked Earl.
"Yes," said Dubois. "That's the one."
"And you sneaked out and tied it to that bell?" demanded Leon.
"Well not exactly to the bell," replied Dubois. "I tied it to the wire
right along side the bell though; it serves the same purpose."
Again he pulled the string and the previous performance instantly was
repeated. The bell rang and the Germans fired violently. Dubois was
delighted beyond all comprehension with his exploit, and the evident
nervousness of the enemy every time the bell sounded amused him
immensely.
"You're a dare-devil," exclaimed Leon. "You took an awful chance just
to have a little fun with the Germans."
"It's not a little fun," Dubois corrected him. "It's a lot of fun."
Many of their comrades gathered around him to see the performance and
at intervals all through the remainder of the night the men amused
themselves by ringing the bell and startling the Germans. Along
towards morning Leon gave the string a vicious tug but no bell sounded
and the twine seemed not to be attached to anything.
"One of their bullets has cut the string," said Dubois ruefully. "Our
fun is over for the present I'm afraid."