“And so you are back safely,” said Chester, looking long at his friend.
“Yes, I’m back,” said Hal.
“And what did you learn? Anything else?”
“Lots,” replied Hal, “but let me get out of this wet German uniform;” having done which he plunged into a story of his experiences after they had left until his return to General French’s tent.
“And General French says,” he concluded, “that steps have been taken to spoil the Kaiser’s plan.”
“Good,” said Chester and Lieutenant Anderson in one voice.
“Well,” said Chester, after some further talk, “I guess we might as well turn in. Anderson and I were unable to sleep because you had not returned. We can rest easier now.”
Almost completely exhausted, the three were soon slumbering deeply. The day’s work had been strenuous indeed, and there is no telling how long they would have slept on had not the sound of a bugle, calling “To arms!” roused them.
Quickly they leaped up, and throwing on what few clothes they had removed, were soon at their posts. The whole army was ready to move at a moment’s notice.
The first glimmer of the morning sun appeared over the horizon as the command for a general advance rang out. Slowly at first, then faster, the great British fighting machine moved on, squadron upon squadron of cavalry leading the way.