"You are right, there," replied Chester. "Of course, war is a terrible thing, but as long as there is a war I would rather be over here where I can see what is going on than to be sitting home reading about it in the newspapers."
"Yes; and then you couldn't be exactly sure you were getting the facts."
Shortly after sunrise the boys came upon a large farmhouse.
"It's pretty early," remarked Hal, "but perhaps we can find some one and get a bite to eat."
They approached and found the household already astir. As they ascended the steps, a young girl, probably sixteen years of age, came out on the porch.
"Can you provide us with a little something to eat?" asked Hal politely in French, doffing his cap.
The girl glanced at him, a puzzled expression coming over her face.
"I don't understand French very well," she said, in English.
"By George!" exclaimed Hal. "I thought so. That is," he apologized for his exclamation, "I was sure you were not French."
This time Hal had spoken in English, and a look of surprise had come over her face, followed by an expression of delight.