eager for action. With the child in the lead they crept up to the
German trench. The Boches slept on, not a man was awake there. The
patrol spread out a little and gripped their clubs, for to use
revolvers would be to arouse the whole German line and start their
rifles, machine guns and artillery all going.

"'Now!' cried the little leader.

"The patrol sprang into the trench, Remi leading, encouraging his men
as they fought their way along with their stout clubs, the boy having
lost his when he slipped into the trench. He could plainly hear the
whacks of the clubs as the patrol brought them down on the heads of
the enemy, mingled with German growls and pleas for mercy, all of
which brought joy to the soul of little Remi.

"'Kamerad! Kamerad!' came cries along the length of the trench. This,
you children understand, is what the Boches say when they have had
enough.

"'Stop their noise! They'll have their whole army down on us. Over the
top and home with them as fast as you can. Gather up the rifles and
take them in,'" commanded the boy.

Prodded by the handy clubs, such of the Germans as had survived the
terrible beating willingly clambered over the top and were quietly
driven across 'No Man's Land' to the French trenches. Seventy-five
prisoners were taken in that raid, planned and executed by the
fearless little French boy.

[Illustration: "NOW MARCH!" HE COMMANDED.]