"I've no doubt of that," said the general. "Your information is of great value, of course. I suppose you will return to Marseilles?"
"We had rather remain here a while, sir," said Hal.
"So," said the general. "It's fighting you want, eh? Well, I guess I can accommodate you. I probably shall need every man I can get hold of. I shall attach you to my staff temporarily. But tell me, who is this man here?" He pointed to Stubbs.
"War correspondent," replied Hal briefly.
"What?" roared the general, "and in my tent! I'll have him court martialed!"
Stubbs quailed visibly.
"A war correspondent, eh," continued the general, "and walking about within my lines as free as air. He may be a spy. I'll have him shot."
"Look here, general," said Stubbs, "I—"
"Silence!" thundered General Petain. He turned to Hal. "Your name, sir?"
"Paine, sir."