To strike north,
edging west, and reach one of the larger Belgian towns was the first
plan. What they should do once they had accomplished that, time must
tell them. So far they had been blessed by the best of fortune, and
the part of the country in which they had descended did not seem to
hold very many German troops. Even Bob began to hope.
CHAPTER XI
THROUGH THE LINES
It was stiff, tiresome work lying quiet in the ditch that day, but
with brambles pulled over them the boys were in comparatively little
danger of discovery. At dusk they crawled cautiously out of their
hiding-place and slowly headed northward. Every sound meant Germans
to them, and their first mile was a succession of sallies forward,
interspersed with sudden dives underneath the hedge by the roadside.
The moon came up. The clank of harness and the gear of guns and
wagons told of approaching artillery or transport, or both. From
the shelter of the hedge the boys watched long lines of dusty shapes
move slowly past.
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