Already, though of course he did not know it, he was becoming somewhat of a character.
"You've got Paul Revere and Phil Sheridan beat a mile," one of the boys said.
"I don't know much about Sheridan," said Tom, "but I always liked Paul Revere." He did not seem to understand why they laughed and clapped him on the shoulder and said, "You'll do, kiddo." But it was necessary to keep moving, for the other carriers were coming along.

The little group passed up the road, Tom pushing his wheel and answering their questions briefly and soberly as he always did.

Planks had been laid across the German trenches where they intersected the road and as they passed over them Tom looked down upon many a gruesome sight which evidenced the surprise by the Americans and their undoubted victory.

Not a live German was to be seen, nor a dead American either, but here and there a fallen gray-coat lay sprawled in the crooked topsy-turvy ditch.

He could see the Red Cross stretcher-bearers passing in and out of the communication trenches and already a number of boys in grimy khaki were engaged in repairing the trenches where the tanks had caved them in.