Summary

The Boy Allies with Marshal Foch…

Eleven o'clock. The armistice was now effective. Fighting should cease.
Came suddenly such an uproar of relief and jubilance, such a shrieking of claxons—gas claxons that shrieked now with pure joy—and such a shout from both lines that only men possessed of sheer happiness can utter.
Chester pulled off his gas mask and shouted with the rest. And even as he did so he caught a faint odor which he knew to be that of mustard gas. But nothing mattered now.
Hal and Chester piled out of their funk holes with the rest, waving their helmets and shouting at the top of their voices.
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The Boy Allies with Marshal Foch…

Hal and Chester, from their place of concealment, had been interested spectators of the abdication of the German emperor, and his son, the Crown Prince.
"By Jove!" said Hal, drawing back, "this is a sight we can brag about the rest of our natural lives."
"I should say so," agreed Chester. "And so the kaiser has abdicated. Who would have thought it?"
"Certainly not the kaiser himself four years ago," was Hal's response. "But it just goes to show that right is bound to triumph in the end."
"So it does. Now I suppose the signing of the armistice will be only a matter of form."
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The Boy Allies with Marshal Foch…

One of the German envoys gave a sudden cry as a rifle bullet grazed his left arm. The mutineers had now come within range of the revolvers of the little party gathered about the fallen airplane, and the latter opened fire.
Confusion ensued in the ranks of the mutineers.
"Give 'em another," cried Chester, forgetful for the moment that his companions were Germans. Nevertheless, his words were understood, and a second volley of revolver bullets checked the approach of the enemies.
"How's the machine, Hal?" shouted Chester.
Source: Gutenberg

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