"Well," he said, "if these fellows don't hurry they won't get back to Marshal Foch's rendezvous until too late."
"Oh, I guess they'll get there in time all right," replied Chester. "At least they will if they know what's good for them."
Meanwhile Hal, peering through the canvass door at one end of the tent, ascertained that the door of the second tent in some unaccountable manner had been left open. Also, the lad perceived that the tent was filled with uniformed figures.
"Something going on," he said to Chester in a low voice.
Chester stepped forward and peered over Hal's shoulder.
"There certainly is," he agreed. "Wonder if we will be able to hear what they say?"
"I guess we can," said Hal. "I don't like to eavesdrop, but we might learn something that will help."
"I guess the end will justify the means," said Chester.
They became silent.
It was clear to both lads that the figures in the tent were awaiting the arrival of another person. And presently the latter came; and when he entered, the tent both lads stifled exclamations of surprise with difficulty.