. Pierrot, dog of Belgium . eir rifles were speaking,while German bullets ploughed sharp lines 70 PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM in the snow or buried themselves in the bankbehind. Already one or two of the dogs whowere in exposed positions were yelping withpain or had stiffened out upon the ground,and now and then one of the carbineers wenttumbling down to the bottom of the trench. The men in charge of the little batterymade a rush for their guns, and a few ofthe dogs were hastily harnessed. PresentlyPierrot saw Andre Wyns come labouringtoward them with an armful of had nearly reached
. Pierrot, dog of Belgium . eir rifles were speaking,while German bullets ploughed sharp lines 70 PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM in the snow or buried themselves in the bankbehind. Already one or two of the dogs whowere in exposed positions were yelping withpain or had stiffened out upon the ground,and now and then one of the carbineers wenttumbling down to the bottom of the trench. The men in charge of the little batterymade a rush for their guns, and a few ofthe dogs were hastily harnessed. PresentlyPierrot saw Andre Wyns come labouringtoward them with an armful of had nearly reached them when he pitchedforward upon his face and rolled down thebank. Then came the Germans — hundreds, thou-sands of them — not cheering, but pressinggrimly on and filling the gaps as their comradesfell. There was a sharp order, and the Ger-mans broke into a run and stormed the trenchwith fixed bayonets. Then all was a frightful confusion ofstruggling men. They filled the trench,fighting desperately, and Belgians and Ger-. PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM 71 mans fell together in the awful agonies ofsudden death. The Belgians fought stub-bornly, but foot by foot the survivors wereforced back, and the Germans swarmed intothe trench, across the bodies of foe and com-rade, and up the opposite bank. One or two of the carbineers had succeededin getting their machine-guns into action,but they were soon overwhelmed and thedogs who were harnessed were quickly bayo-netted that they might not run off with theguns. Some of the other dogs fled and per-haps a few escaped, but there was little chancefor them. Pierrot and Jef stood waiting, the impulseto flee not having come to them. Menscrambled past them, but they stood dazedand terrified. Then a big brute of a fellow,his face distorted with the battle madnesswhich sometimes turns a man into a fiend,came grunting and cursing up the bank, andfinding the dogs in his path, thrust hisbayonet wantonly through poor Jefs heart. 72 PIERROT, DOG OF BELGIUM
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