“Sure! Never better. I want to get at the Huns again.”
“Didn’t hear from Professor Snodgrass, did you?” inquired Bob.
“No. But I wrote to him again. Schmouder has been sent back to the rear to work with other prisoners, but I have his camp location so the professor can interview him if he thinks it needful. And say, a rather queer thing happened while you were away.”
“What?” asked Ned.
“Well, Noddy Nixon came to see me.”
“He did!” cried Bob. “Well, the nerve of that shrimp! After he took our wood!”
“What did he want?” asked Ned.
“Oh, nothing in particular, as far as I could make out. Just seemed to want to be friendly. Asked me a lot of questions about how I was treated in the hospital and whether I got enough to eat.”
“You did, didn’t you?” asked Bob.
“Sure. But I don’t quite see what Noddy was aiming at. However, I didn’t trouble my head much about it until yesterday.”