The Khaki Boys Over the Top

The Khaki Boys Over the Top

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Title: The Khaki Boys Over the Top Doing and Daring for Uncle Sam
Author: Gordon Bates
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THE KHAKI BOYS OVER THE TOP OR Doing and Daring for
Uncle Sam By
CAPT. GORDON BATES
Author of "The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling" "The Khaki Boys on the
Way," "The Khaki Boys at the Front," etc.
ILLUSTRATED
1919

THE KHAKI BOYS SERIES
By CAPT. GORDON BATES
THE KHAKI BOYS AT CAMP STERLING or Training for the Big
Fight in France
THE KHAKI BOYS ON THE WAY or Doing Their Bit on Land and
Sea
THE KHAKI BOYS AT THE FRONT or Shoulder to Shoulder in the
Trenches
THE KHAKI BOYS OVER THE TOP or Doing and Daring for Uncle
Sam
THE KHAKI BOYS FIGHTING TO WIN or Smashing the German
Lines
CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, New York

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THE KHAKI BOYS OVER THE TOP
CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE
I BLOWN BACK 1
II TO THE RESCUE 11
III SENT TO THE REAR 19
IV A DOUBLE LOSS 28
V WHAT'S TO BE DONE 38
VI GOOD NEWS 44
VII UNDER FIERCE FIRE 52
VIII THE OLD MILL 61
IX TRAPPED 70

X FALLING WALLS 78
XI A STRANGE RESCUE 88
XII MUCH WONDERING 98
XIII A PERILOUS JOURNEY 105
XIV THE SENTRY 113
XV IN THE BATTLE AGAIN 122
XVI HELD UP 133
XVII A BATTLE OF THE AIR 139
XVIII CAPTURED 146
XIX THREE PRISONERS 156
XX THE CAPTAIN AGAIN 163
XXI BACK WITH FRIENDS 176
XXII FIERCE FIGHTING 185
XXIII THE LONELY HUT 192
XXIV A GLORIOUS VICTORY 199

[Illustration: [Transcriber's note: original truncated] 'INTO THE
MIDST OF THE']

THE KHAKI BOYS OVER THE TOP

CHAPTER I

BLOWN BACK
"What's that, Schnitz?"
"What's what!"
"That noise. Sounds like a party coming along the communication
trench!"
The talk was in tense whispers, and the listening was now of the same
tenseness. Two khaki-clad Sammies stood on the alert in the muddy
ditch, dignified by the title, "trench," and tried to pierce the darkness
that was like a pall of black velvet over everything.
"Hear it?" inquired he who had first spoken.
"I somedings hears, too," spoke a guttural voice, with a foreign accent.
"Might not it perhaps be--"
"Cut that talk, Iggy!" sharply commanded the first speaker. "Do you
want the lieutenant dropping in on us!" And Corporal Robert Dalton
cautiously moved nearer his fellow non-com., Sergeant Franz
Schnitzel.
"Yes, not so loud," advised Schnitzel, who, in spite of his Teutonic
name, was a thorough American, speaking with no trace of German
accent. "Don't forget that the Boches may have listening parties out
right in front of this trench, even though they may have information
that we're going to rush 'em just before dawn."
"But what is that noise?" went on Bob. "It sounds like the relief coming,
and yet we can't be going to be relieved so near the zero hour. It's
impossible."
"Him one big word is," sighed Iggy, trying to adjust his Polish tongue
to the strange language called English. "But thinks me nothing is like
him in dis war!"
"Nothing is like what?" asked Schnitzel, the talk now being reduced to

whispers on the part of all three.
"Him wot you said--repossible," said the Polish lad.
"Hush!" quickly exclaimed Bob, or Dal, as he was variously called by
his comrades. "There is some one coming along the trench. If it's the
Boches--"
This was enough to cause all three to grip their rifles more tightly. The
sound of advancing footsteps, cautious as they were, was now more
audible. Then came a whispered, but sharp:
"Halt! Who goes there!"
"Our lieut's on the job!" commented Bob.
Tensely the three who stood shoulder to shoulder in the darkness of the
foremost trench, waiting, listened for the answer. It came, also in a
whisper, but it carried to their ears.
"Sergeant Blaise and Sergeant Barlow, ordered to report here to you,
sir."
"Oh golly! It's Blazes und Ruddy!" gasped Iggy.
"Cheese it!" cautioned Dal, for the Polish lad, in his enthusiasm, had
spoken above a whisper, and even slight sounds carried far on this dark,
still night.
"Advance, Sergeant Blaise to