The automobile was there, well supplied, and John sprang into the front seat.

He was no skillful driver, but he had learned enough to manage a machine in some fashion, and powerful emotions were driving him on.
"Up, Weber!" he cried.
"Which way are you going ?" "To the hospital camp, of course, and we'll just touch the top of the high-arched bridge over the river! The snowfall is decreasing fast, and soon we'll be able to see a long distance." "We can do so now, and the moon is coming out, too.

Heavens, Mr.Scott, it's come too soon, because it shows us to the enemy!" He pointed with a long and shaking finger.

At the far end of the street a massive German column was emerging into view.

John was startled.
"These are no raiders!" he exclaimed.