grazed his left. More
bullets began to sing by him. Cutlip stumbled forward, and sheathing one
revolver, Frank caught him by the hand.
"Run!" he cried.
Cutlip needed no further urging. Together he and Frank sped for the
shelter of the woods, which they reached safely and threw themselves on
the ground as a rain of bullets passed overhead.
"Close shave, son," said Frank.
Young Cutlip was trembling, but he was not afraid.
"Give me a gun," he cried. "I can pick off a few of 'em."
But Frank shook his head.
"You've done your part," he said. "Now you get away from here until we
clean these fellows up."
Frank circled among the trees until he came into the midst of his own men
again. These were still peppering away at the enemy from among the trees
and the Germans, lying on the ground, were returning the fire.
"We're wasting too much time here," Frank told himself.
He looked across to where Lieutenant Hetherton and his men were also
blazing away at the foe.
"Forward men!" cried Frank suddenly. "Charge!"
The British tars under Frank's command went forward with a wild yell.
Seeing their companions dashing across the open, the forces commanded by
Lieutenant Hetherton and the sailor Hennessy also broke from the trees and
charged.
The Germans poured several sharp volleys into the attackers, then threw
down their arms.
"Kamerad! Kamerad!" came the cry.
"Cease firing!" Frank shouted.
Silence reigned after the noise of the battle.
"Take charge of those men, Mr. Hetherton," said Frank quietly, "but be
careful how you approach. I don't trust 'em. I'll keep 'em covered."
Lieutenant Hetherton ordered his men to make prisoners of the Germans.
There came a sudden interruption.
The three Germans who had been in the cabin, as though by a prearranged
plan, suddenly dashed back into the little building and flung to the door
before they could be stopped.
"Never mind," said Frank, "remove the others, Mr. Hetherton. We'll attend
to the men inside later."
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Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.