The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling; Or, Training for the Big Fight in France

"You, over there in the crowd, and _you_ and _you_, why don't you get busy and help Uncle Sam? What are you hanging back for? Now's your chance to show that you're a real Americ...

One o'clock of a sunshiny September afternoon saw a company of young men marching by twos down a long wooden platform, on each side of which rose waiting trains. Though still in...

"Did you see the way that officer grabbed those roses from under the wheels?" demanded Jimmy excitedly, as he and Roger settled back in their seats. The train had now left the s...

"Camp Sterling! Camp Sterling!" The stentorian call thrilled the hearts of the embryo soldiers. Long before the train had come to a creaking, puffing stop, fifty boys were on th...

During the first three days in camp the four Khaki Boys could not get over the awkward feeling of having been suddenly set down in the midst of a strange and confused world. Tak...

Hastily tucking his letter into its envelope, Jim noiselessly trailed Roger to the top of the hill. Looking down, they beheld a most remarkable sight. Back and forth in the holl...

Call to mess followed at 5:30. It was not until the four Khaki Boys had performed their usual stunt of climbing over several tables with their portions of food, and were seated...

"You ought to be grateful to me for the rest of your life, Iggy," was Bob's bantering peroration when the four had taken possession of the deserted and therefore desirable corner.

Realizing the soundness of Bob Dalton's counsel, his three friends agreed to abide by it. Nevertheless, Jimmy was already firmly convinced that he had Bixton to thank for the st...

As the September days glided by, Bixton's threat of speedy vengeance bore no apparent fruit. Whether he was lying in wait for a good opportunity to discredit the four Khaki Boys...

"So long, Iggy, old top. We'll be back by midnight," called out Jimmy Blazes from the front seat of the automobile which was to take Roger, Bob and himself into Tremont for thei...

During the remainder of the night none of the four Khaki Boys slept much. The very nature of Ignace's fragmentary information was calculated to keep his bunkies awake for a whil...

Returned from drill that afternoon, Bob, Jimmy and Roger were jubilant to learn that Ignace had escaped the guard-house. They were also greatly surprised, and not a little pleas...

"What's the program for to-morrow afternoon?" demanded Jimmy Blaise of his bunkies. It was Friday evening and the four Khaki Boys had finished their supper and were returning to...

Unable to restrain his own wonder, Jimmy burst forth impulsively, "Say, where did you two come from? You don't belong around here, do you? That's the first plane I've seen since...

At noon on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Roger, Jimmy and Bob said a regretful good-bye to Ignace and sallied forth to the station bound for a four days' furlough with the...

Returned to barracks three more men of Platoon 4, Company E, were added to the list of sufferers from that sinister seizure. As a result those still unvisited by it were promptl...

What transpired the next day seemed to the Khaki Boys more in the nature of a wild nightmare than stark reality. As Bob had foreseen, morning brought a flock of newspaper men fr...

December heralded many comings and goings at Camp Sterling. With almost every day, a detachment of soldiers marched to the station to return no more. Traveling seaward by circui...

Thursday, the day following the writing and mailing of Bob's letter, brought its own surprises. Came the order that a part of Company E's men, along with a number housed in othe...

Shut in on all sides by the fog, ankle deep in the mud, Corporal Jimmy Blaise and Private Bixton were locked in a savage grip, from which one of them fought desperately to free...

Meanwhile at Camp Sterling, Saturday and Sunday passed uneventfully for Jimmy's bunkies. Following Retreat on Monday afternoon Bob was called to the company post-office to sign...

Vindicated at the eleventh hour by the confessions of Bixton and Eldridge, Franz Schnitzel returned to barracks completely exonerated of the crime of poisoning his comrades. Bix...

A week had elapsed since Franz Schnitzel had sprung the dramatic dénouement that had rid the world of one more fiend. Johann Freidrich, alias Juan Fernando, had been shot at sun...