We have driven the German, but he will turn, and then we may fight weeks, months, no one knows how long.

Ah, well, such is life!" John saluted respectfully, and withdrew to the little open glade in which the Strangers were lying, sleeping a great sleep.

Captain Colton himself, wrapped in a blanket, was now a-slumber under a tree, and Wharton and Carstairs near by, stretched on their sides, were deep in slumber too.

Fires were burning on the long line, but they were not numerous, and in the distance they seemed mere pin points.

At times bars of intense white light, like flashes of lightning, would sweep along the front, showing that the searchlights of either army still provided illumination for the fighting.