“Maybe I am, but my ancestors were English. Besides, I want to see something of this war, and I can’t see it in London. I want to be where the fighting is.”
“Well, I’m glad. I guess Lord Hastings can arrange it so we can be together.”
“I guess so, too. We’ll speak to him as soon as he comes in.”
CHAPTER XI.
OFF TO THE WAR.
“So you want to go to war, eh?”
It was Lord Hastings who spoke. Frank and Jack had lost no time in putting their plans before him when he returned home the evening on which the two lads had talked over their future.
“Yes!” replied both lads, in the same breath.
Lord Hastings stroked his mustache.
“Well,” he said, “if you have set your minds on going, I know there is no use of my trying to stop you. Now, I have a plan that I believe will meet with your approval.”
The boys listened eagerly as Lord Hastings continued: