“We have heard something of those cannon,” broke in the general. “Are they really so tremendous?”
“I know nothing about cannon,” answered Stewart; “but——” and he described as well as he could the three monsters he had seen rolling along the road toward Liège.
His hearers listened closely, asked a question or two——
“I thank you again,” said the general, at last. “What you tell us is most interesting. Is there anything else that I can do for you? If there is, I pray you to command me.”
Stewart felt himself shaken by a sudden convulsive trembling.
“If I could get some news,” he murmured, brokenly, “of—of my little comrade.”
General Joffre shot him a quick glance. His face softened, grew tender with comprehension.
“Fernande,” he said.
Fernande bowed.
“Everything possible shall be done, my general,” he said. “I promise it. We shall not be long without tidings.”