“I wonder what he meant?” asked Ned, of his chums, as the professor, returning his “infernal” insect moving-picture machine to his quarters went away with the officer.
“Maybe we’re going to make a big attack,” suggested Bob.
“Perhaps,” assented Jerry. “I heard some rumors of it. Well, we’ll have to wait and see.”
They did not have to wait long, for that day began preparations which, to those who understood, indicated that a great attack was imminent.
Great stores of shell and ammunition were 192 brought up under cover of darkness to the firing line. Big guns were shifted in position and well camouflaged. And there also arrived at the front where the Motor Boys were stationed several batteries of those wonderful French seventy-fives, those guns which did so much to win the war, the secret of which the Germans tried in vain to learn.
It was after several days of hard work, during which they saw little of Professor Snodgrass, that Bob, seeking out his chums one afternoon, said:
“Guess what’s up!”
“Can’t,” Ned replied.
“Go on! Tell us!” cried Jerry.
“We’re going to have a lot of doughnuts and chocolate candy!” cried Bob.