"The Huns are coming!" exclaimed Frank Sheldon, as from the American front Line his keen, gray eyes searched a broad belt of woodland three hundred yards away. "We\'ll have to try to cure them of it.". "Bad habit they have," drawled his special chum and comrade, Bart Raymond, running his finger along the edge of his bayonet. "The Huns are coming!" exclaimed Frank Sheldon, as from the American front Line his keen, gray eyes searched a broad belt of woodland three hundred yards away