18/42 The rifle-shot was followed by another, and another, and then by a half-dozen. "Wake up, Bob--wake up--they's a battle," he cried, and the two boys stumbled to their feet. The shots were far in front of the marching soldiers, and the boys could not make out what the firing meant. The line formed and ran up the hill, and the boys saw the morning sun flashing on the guns of the enemy. They ran through the woods like dogs until they came to the soldiers from Sycamore Ridge. |