"I warrant it will all be over in an hour," added Jennie. "What do you know about it, Ruth Fielding? You haven't been over there to find out what is in the mind of the Hun."
"Haven't I?"
Ruth Fielding hesitated. Should she tell them? What would these, her two closest girl friends, say or think, if they knew what she had been through during the past thirty-six hours?
Suppose she should picture her adventure to them—just as it had happened? Suppose she told them of her long journey with the French major across No Man's Land?
"Where is Tom? Did you get word to him?" Helen asked.
"He will be here this morning to see you," Ruth said, and then went back to her thoughts of her adventure.
"Goody! Dear old Tom will take us around and show us the big shell holes—and all," Helen declared.
Shell holes! Ruth remembered the shell hole in which they had changed steel helmets before and after crossing the swamp. How she must have looked in that shapeless rubber garment and steel hat!
"What under the sun are you laughing at, Ruth Fielding?" demanded Helen.
"Yes. Do tell us the joke," drawled Heavy Stone.