"It's too bad we were unable to take part in the battle," declared Chester. "It certainly gives me a restless feeling to sit here and look on while others are doing all the fighting."
"It does make a fellow feel a little queer," Hal replied. "But, supposing we had been in that charge—where would we be now?"
Chester shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps here, and then again—perhaps, some place else," he answered.
"Who knows?"
"Neither you nor I, surely," replied Hal. "But think of the dead and dying on the field out there. War is a terrible thing!"
"It is," declared Chester; "and the more I see of it the more I realize that fact. But come. Let us see if we can find the captain."
It was almost an hour later before they accidentally ran across him, and the young Frenchman carried his arm in a sling.
"It looks as though I am likely to be on the hospital list for a few days," said the captain, smilingly.
"It's a wonder to me your name is not on the death list," replied
Chester.
"Indeed it is," agreed Hal. "We watched you through a glass from the fort. Your action was magnificent. France can well be proud of you. Believe me, you will not remain a captain long."