The Khaki Boys over the Top Doing and Daring for Uncle Sam

What's that, Schnitz?" "What's what!" "That noise. Sounds like a party coming along the communication trench!" The talk was in tense whispers, and the listening was now of the same tenseness. Two khaki-clad Sammies stood on the alert in the muddy ditch, dignified by the title, "trench," and tried to pierce the darkness that was like a pall of black velvet over everything. "Hear it?" inquired he who had first spoken. "I somedings hears, too," spoke a guttural voice, with a foreign accent. "Might not it perhaps be-