CHAPTER XIV

A thick finger, pointing to a spot on the map, held their eyes. A deep voice, rumbling from behind that finger, made them oblivious to the more distant rumble of guns. The four company commanders of the McIntyres--of whom Falcon now was one--were gathered about the long deal table in battalion headquarters at Vancouver Lines, five miles back of Ypres. They listened to their Commanding Officer, Colonel Thorsen. "We have been ordered to raid the Bosch trenches at this place." Colonel Thorsen looked up from the map …