Five minutes passed. Then a British soldier
who had exposed himself tumbled over, struck by a stray German bullet.
The battle in the dark was on again.
CHAPTER VII.
THE FIGHT IN THE WOODS.
Chester had drawn Stubbs to shelter behind a large tree, and now, bending
over the little war correspondent, sought to stop the flow of blood from
his wounds. Stubbs was not seriously injured, although he had been badly
scratched and bitten in the back of the neck.
"You are a fine bunch, you are!" exploded Stubbs when Chester announced
that he had dressed the wounds as well as he could. "Wanted to see those
cats chew me up, didn't you?"
"You are a brave man, Mr. Stubbs," replied Chester. "You have
accomplished a feat you may well be proud of the rest of your life. It
isn't every man who has the chance of distinguishing himself by slaying
three wild cats single handed."
"Were they wild cats?" asked Stubbs in surprise.
"Well, they were cats and they certainly were wild," replied Chester.
"Yes, sir, you are a brave man.
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