“You’re falling in with me, I see,” laughed Bob.
During the afternoon the three chums moved about on board the Sherman as much as the crowded condition of the transport would permit. And it was while making their way about the crowded boat deck that they heard some one hail them with:
“Well, if there aren’t the three musketeers!”
Turning quickly, Ned, Bob, and Jerry beheld a youth whom they had learned to know and like in the trenches.
“Well, if it isn’t old Hen Wilson!” cried Jerry.
“Old scout Hen!” added Ned.
“Where’d you blow in from?” demanded Bob.
“Been here all the while,” was the answer, as the four met in a jolly circle. “That’s what I was just going to ask you. I didn’t know you were on board.”
“Nor we you,” declared Jerry. “There’s such a bunch on this craft that we may meet a lot more friends we knew in the fighting days. Where have you been keeping yourself, Hen?”