Finally Mrs. Dersi turned to Hal and Chester.
“My son,” she said proudly, “of whom I was just talking to you.”
Now the newcomer freed himself from her embrace and stepped forward.
“Who are these?” he demanded, pointing to the two lads.
Mrs. Dersi explained.
“And we were just talking of you,” she added; then stopped and surveyed her son critically. “Why are you not in uniform?” she demanded.
“Why, I—I—I——” stuttered young Dersi, “I am on a scout, and it was thought best for me not to go in uniform.” He turned suddenly to Hal: “Are you expecting any of your men here?” he demanded.
“Why, no,” replied Hal. “We are going to try and make our way back to our lines to-night.”
Young Dersi appeared to breathe easier, and this fact was not lost upon either Hal or Chester.