They hurried on toward the advancing army. Already the lads had been challenged several times, but upon explaining their predicament had been allowed to continue on their way. Now they reached the first line of the advancing host, and an officer hastily rode toward them.
Upon a glance at their uniforms, now unkempt and dirty, he saluted.
“What is your business here?” he demanded.
Briefly Hal explained, and added:
“We are seeking General French. Can you direct us to him?”
The officer did as requested and the lads made off in the direction he indicated. It was fully two hours later before they were admitted to the presence of the commander-in-chief of the small though mighty host of Britain.
For once the English field marshal lost his habitual calm and greeted them warmly.
“I had made sure that you two lads were lost,” he said. “Come, give an account of yourselves.”
Chester did so as briefly as possible, and General French listened to the lad’s recital in unfeigned amazement.