“Have you heard anything more about going over the top soon?” asked Jerry.
“Nothing definite,” replied Ned, who had started the rumor. “But don’t you feel a sort of tenseness all around—as though something were going to happen?”
“I do,” answered Bob. “I think it’s going to happen that I’m going to have some chow. I smell it coming!”
“You’re a heathen materialist!” declared Ned.
Bob proved a true prophet, for a few minutes later a relief squad came to the dugout with a traveling kitchen, or rather, some of the products of one in the shape of hot beef stew and coffee.
Following the ending of the career of the German sniper, the three Motor Boys, after several strenuous days in the trenches, went back again to a rest billet. There they recuperated, and really enjoyed themselves. There were letters from 133 home to cheer them, and also a communication from Professor Snodgrass.
The little scientist said he had tried in vain to get some trace of the two missing girls, and expressed the hope of seeing the boys soon, to get the benefit of any advice they could give him. He also stated that he was progressing well with his scientific work of noting the effect of terrific noises on insects. But, somehow or other, the Motor Boys did not take as much interest in the pursuit of the scientist as they had formerly.
“The war has changed everything,” declared Jerry.
“But, of course, we’ll help him find the girls if we can,” suggested Ned.
“Oh, of course,” agreed his tall chum.