ON THE FIRING LINE Next morning they were all wakened at an early hour by the roar of artillery, dimly heard in the distance.

The party aboard the _Arabella_ quickly assembled on deck, where little Maurie was found leaning over the rail.
"They're at it," he remarked, wagging his head.

"The Germans are at Nieuport, now, and some of them are over against Pervyse.

I hear sounds from Dixmude, too; the rattle of machine guns.

It will be a grand battle, this! I wonder if our Albert is there." "Who is he ?" asked Patsy.
"The king.