“Doughnuts!” shouted Jerry.
“Chocolate!” echoed Ned. “Where is it?”
“Safe,” laughed Chunky. “I struck a Salvation Army man with an extra supply and I took all he’d give me. They’re hidden in the trench, near where we go on duty, and to-night we’ll have a feast!”
“Good for you, Chunky!” cried Jerry. “I always said you were all right!”
“Same here!” added Ned.
And that night, when the three chums were about to go on duty in the dismal trenches, Bob led them to a little place he had hollowed out 193 under a rock, and lined with boards. It was a hiding place known to all three.
“We can stick the stuff in our pockets,” he said, “and eat it when we get hungry. Things are so upset, getting ready for a big offensive, I guess, that maybe the rations won’t come up on time. But we’ll be fixed, anyhow.”
He opened the secret place, and then, as he reached his hand in and drew it out empty, a queer look came over his face.
“What’s the matter?” asked Jerry.
“It’s gone!” faltered Bob.