"Well, that's part of the game," Tom answered. "I'm
sending her along over as smooth ground as I can pick out,
but it's rough at best. Still this is nothing to what you'll
get in Flanders."
"If I get there!" exclaimed Ned grimly. "Well, here goes!"
and once more he tried to aim the machine gun at the middle
of the brick wall of the ruined factory.
A moment later there was a rattle and a roar as the quick-firing
mechanism started, and a veritable hail of bullets
swept out at the masonry. Tom and Ned could see where they
struck, knocking off bits of stone, brick and cement.
"Sweep it, Ned! Sweep it!" cried Tom. "Imagine a crowd of
Germans are charging out at you, and sweep 'em out of the
way!"
Obeying this command, the young man moved the barrel of
the machine gun from side to side and slightly up and down.
The effect was at once apparent. The wall showed spatter-marks
of the bullets over a wider area, and had a body of
Teutons been before the factory, or even inside it, many of
them would have been accounted for, since there were several
holes in the wall through which Ned's bullets sped, carrying
potential death with them.
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