"Who are they?" asked Hal.
"Some of the men. It was true that I was ill last night. Jules Clemenceau will not forget."
The young French boy had stood with one hand in his pocket, and now withdrew the hand and extended it to Hal. As he did so, two small objects fell from his pocket. Apparently Jules did not notice them. Hal shook hands with the boy and the Frenchman took his departure.
Chester, in the meantime, had picked up the two little objects and now he called to Jules, but the young Frenchman did not hear him.
"Oh, I guess he doesn't want these things, anyhow," the lad muttered.
"What things?" asked Hal, who had not seen the objects drop from
Jules' pocket.
Chester passed one of the objects to him.
"Know what it is?" he asked.
"Sure," returned Hal, "don't you?"
"No. What is it?"