Ned, Bob and Jerry on the Firing Line; Or, The Motor Boys Fighting for Uncle Sam
address."

"Going to make an attack!" Jerry spoke softly. "Well, that's the way to win the war. I hope it will stop raining, though. I hate to fight in the rain."

But still the dreary drizzle kept up, and through it the soldiers plodded in the mud of the trench. It was nearly time for the three chums to be relieved when Ned, who had a post at the right of Jerry, suddenly gave a start, following a distant report.

"What is it?" asked his tall chum.

In answer Ned pointed to a spattery hole in the trench wall behind him.

"The German sniper again," he said. "And I'm going to see if I can't spot him. We've got to get him!"

Ned took off his tin helmet and put it on his bayonet. Then he slowly raised it above the top of the trench, at the spot where the bullet had come in. A moment later there was a vicious "ping!" and the helmet bore a deep indentation.

"Spotted!" cried Ned. "I see where he keeps himself! And now, fellows, if you'll help, we'll get Mr. Fritz Sharpshooter, and get him good! I've got his address now!"

CHAPTER XVI
OVER THE TOP

"We haven't much time," remarked Jerry, as he glanced at the watch on his wrist. "We'll be relieved in five minutes."

"That's long enough," returned Ned, with a grim laugh. "If this fellow who has tried to get me--or one of you--so often, runs true to form, he's done his last shooting. I know where he keeps himself."

"Where?" asked Bob.

Ned took his chums by the arms, and led them a little way down the trench where there was an improvised periscope. It was not being used by the officer in charge just then, and Ned peered through it.

He said nothing for a moment, and then called to Jerry:

"Take a look at that brush pile just inside the first line of German wire."

"I see it," remarked Jerry, after a look through the mirror arrangement.

"Well, that's where Mr. Fritz is keeping himself," said his chum. "It's just in line with the direction from which that last bullet came. I've been thinking for some time that he was hidden there, but I wasn't sure until I saw the flash of his gun 
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