“Something to eat!” exclaimed the lieutenant.
“Something to eat,” calmly repeated Bob. “You see it was this way. I was terribly hungry––”
“Nothing unusual,” murmured Jerry, but the stout lad, paying no attention to the interruption, went on:
“So when I got back with the rest, after we captured the Huns, I smelled something cooking 112 farther up in our trenches. I knew some of the fellows on duty there, and I felt sure they’d give me something to eat. It was liberty links they were cooking, sir, and––”
“Liberty links!” interrupted the lieutenant. “What are those?”
“They used to be called Frankfurters,” explained Bob with a grin; “but since the war that’s too German. So I went to get some liberty links, and I got ’em!” he added with a sigh of satisfaction.
“Well! Well!” exclaimed the lieutenant. And then, as he thought of what Bob and the others had gone through with that night, he had not the heart to add more.
“I only meant to run up in a hurry to where they were cooking ’em,” explained Bob, “and come back with some for my bunkies. But I got to talking and eating––”
“Mostly eating,” murmured Jerry.
“And then I forgot to come back,” finished Bob.