"Do you mean Miss Johnson—Edna Johnson?" inquired Chester.
A happy smile lighted up the girl's face.
"I do! I do!" she exclaimed. "It was Edna Johnson. She wrote me a letter, telling me how she met two young American boys in Belgium and giving me their names. I have heard from her often and each time she has mentioned your names. She wonders what has become of you."
"Well," said Chester with a smile. "I'm here and Hal is some place between here and Belgrade, I expect. Now will you tell me who you are?"
"I am Helen Ellison of St. Louis," replied the girl, extending her hand.
Chester took the hand and turned to the others.
"Allow me to present my friends to you," he said quietly. "Colonel
Anderson, of His British Majesty's service."
Colonel Anderson bowed.
"And Ivan Vergoff,"—this in French. "Ivan, Mademoiselle Ellison."
The big Cossack also bowed and acknowledged the introduction.