Delightful is really the word, for here, in a sort of ampitheater, the Bosche during four years had developed the
rarest refinements of position warfare life. The place
possessed enormous and intricate dugouts, some of them
boring into the rock for nearly a hundred feet. They
were furnished. Food, even, had been left, ready to cook,
by the hurried Germans. Chlorinated water was forgotten
for a time, for the dugouts were well stocked with mineral
water, and some stronger liquids. Shower baths invited.
Fire wood was cut and piled. Tramways ran here and
there for convenience in bringing up supplies.
The network extended so far that battery command posts fared as well as battalion.
The Battery A commander had an experience the first day that illustrates as well as anything else the elaborate scheme of the system. The B commander and he had their eyes on the same dugout. Captain Ravenel got to it first. Captain Dana chose another some distance away. Everyone had long since learned to examine such places for traps. Captain Dana and Lieutenant Stribling went in at once, therefore, with flash lamps, and searched through the galleries. They came to a door. They halted. For something with a slow stealth moved beyond the panels.
In whispers the two officers discussed the situation. A German spy might have been left behind to wait in this comparatively safe retreat until he could slip through the lines with a plan of the American artillery dispositions. There was only one thing to do. The door had to be opened.
The two loosened the pistols in their holsters. Captain Dana raised the lamp. He flung the door wide with
a sudden gesture, prepared for emergencies. Across the threshold stood, in much the same attitude, with much the same suspicions, Captain Ravenel.
