The colonel glanced at the note, waved his sword above his head and cried in a loud voice: "My lads, up and forward!" The regiment arose with a roar of cheering and began to advance across the fields.

John caught a glimpse of a petty officer, short and small, but as compact and fierce as a panther, driving on men who needed no driving.

"Geronimo is going to make good," he said to himself.

"He'll do or die today." As he raced back for new orders, if need be, he knew now that fact not fancy told him the battle was growing.

The earth shook not only on right and left but in front also.