"Well, as long as we've got the Big Dipper," said he, "and as long as the water's pure, what d'you say we all go and have a drink--in honor of Paul Revere ?" So it was that presently Tom and Roscoe found themselves sitting alone upon the fence in the darkness.

Neither spoke.

In the distance they could hear the muffled boom of some isolated field-piece, belching forth its challenge in the night.

High overhead there was a whirring, buzzing sound as a shadow glided through the sky where the stars shone peacefully.

A company of boys in khaki, carrying intrenching implements, passed by, greeting them cheerily as they trudged back from doing their turn in digging the new trench line which would embrace Cantigny.
Cantigny! "I'm glad we took the town, that's one sure thing," Tom said.
"It's the first good whack we've given them," agreed Roscoe.
Again there was silence.