This was victory, the first real taste of it, and it was sweet to the lips.

But the regiment was halted presently, lest it get too far forward and be cut off, and a general striding over to Bougainville uttered words of approval that John could not hear amid the terrific din of so many men in battle--a million, a million and a half or more, he never knew.
They stood there panting, while the French line along a front of maybe fifty miles crept on and on.

The French machine with the British wheels and springs cooeperating, was working beautifully now.

It was a match and more for their enemy.

The Germans, witnessing the fire and dash of the French and feeling their tremendous impact, began to take alarm.