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gunfire with the acrid powder-smoke filling the
room and making seeing next to impossible.

Jack crouched down to do a little thinking as
well as listen to the exchange of compliments between
the warring forces--every loud detonation
as a lump of coquina rock fell on the roof would
be followed by its complement of rapid gunfire,
just as though the man at bay was bound to keep
up his side of the battle even if he had to create
a shortage in his ammunition supply.

It was fierce work, yet bordering on the
ludicrous, Jack told himself, meanwhile wondering
just how long Perk's heap of missiles would
persist, also what was bound to happen when the
rock pile was gone. Doubtless the near-demented
man inside must be working up to a feverish
pitch under the impression that he was specially
designed by Providence to annihilate the whole
German army and open a clear path to an Allied
march all the way to Berlin!

Then silence came--a silence that seemed to
brood over the scene of hostilities as might a sea
ocr>   'fog drifting in along the coast and baffling the
fix>   fog drifting in along the coast and baffling the
most skillful of flyers.

Jack had discovered a stick that was some
three feet in length and remembering an old and
often tried trick known to frontiersmen away
back in the Kentucky days of Daniel Boone, he
meant to try it out in order to see if the ammuni-

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