"Quick, Stubbs!" he cried. "Get up, man, and come on!"
Stubbs scrambled to his feet.
"Where are you going?" he demanded in some anxiety.
"After the Germans," replied Hal. "We are attacking them from two
sides. Come on!"
Stubbs drew back.
"We'll all be killed!" he exclaimed.
"Never mind that," said Hal impatiently. "Are you coming with me or are
you going to stay here?"
"Alone?"
"Yes, alone."
"Oh, I'll go," said Stubbs mournfully, "but I know I'll never get back to
America alive. The _New York Gazette_ is about to lose its best man."
Still mumbling to himself he followed Hal.
The British under Hal and Captain Anderson broke from their shelter and
crossed the road to the enemy's side on a dead run, their smoking rifles
dealing out death on every hand as they advanced.
When Hal's men had attacked, Chester found it unnecessary to retreat, as
he had figured upon doing, and the rain of hail continued to pour upon
the enemy from all sides.
The British gradually closed on the enemy, fewer now by half than they
had been a few moments ago, until the circle had narrowed to within a few
yards of the enemy.
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