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The shells began to fall thicker and faster; the Germans were indubitably near at hand. But where the devil was the regiment? There was no knowing, except that it was pretty sure to be getting away from those harrying shells. Chilled, the boys ran through the dripping woods till they came to a clearing. Here, looking down, they saw the Germans fording the Meuse! But not without trouble; a French battery had got their range, and was playing red havoc with them, slinging shell after shell of well-aimed shrapnel. By dozens they melted away under the fire, and the water was full of bobbing corpses drifting downstream.
"We just burst out laughing," said Georges. "We couldn't help it. Not that it was so funny to see men killed like that by the hundreds, but, after all _we_ had gone through-after the ghastly way we had been butchered at Bertrix, it really did me good to see those ‘Bosches' suffering themselves at last!"