“Why yesterday?” Bob demanded.
“Well, the surgeon who patched me up came and inquired if Noddy was a particular friend of mine.” 170
“Of course you told him he was!” laughed Ned.
“Like fun I did! No, I said I hadn’t any use for him, but I didn’t go into particulars. After all, Noddy is fighting on our side.”
“You mean he’s making a bluff at it!” growled Bob. “But go on. Where does the queer part come in?”
“Here,” answered Jerry. “The surgeon told me Noddy took him to one side and asked very particularly whether a wound in the hand or one in the foot hurt the most. That’s what he wanted to know.”
“He did!” cried Ned. “Well, what’s queer about that?”
“Don’t you see,” resumed Jerry, “it looks as though––”
But Jerry never finished that sentence, for as he was speaking came cries of alarm from outside the hospital and the firing of several guns, while some one shouted:
“An air raid! An air raid! The Huns are coming!”