“You’re sure, Stubbs?” demanded Chester.
“I’m sure enough in my own mind,” declared the war correspondent, waving the lads back to their seats. “Of course, it is always possible that things won’t work out the way I figure; but knowing the caliber of a certain man in Uncle Sam’s expeditionary forces I figure that they will work out.”
“Explain, Mr. Stubbs,” said Hal.
“Has it ever struck either of you,” said Stubbs slowly, between puffs at his pipe, “that it’s all foolishness for the Allies to remain snug and wait until the enemy does the attacking? I mean, haven’t you thought that perhaps more could be accomplished if the Allies carried the fighting to the foe?”
Hal nodded.
“It has,” he said.
“Well, the same thought has struck some one else,” declared Stubbs.
“You mean——” began Chester.
“Exactly,” said Stubbs. “I mean General Pershing, unless I have been grossly misinformed.”
“You mean that General Pershing will order an American advance?” exclaimed Chester.