“The mail has come,” interpreted Jerry.
“Oh, boy!” yelled Bob, making a rush for the door.
A little later all three were reading letters and looking over papers from home.
“Good news, Chunky?” asked Ned, as he saw a smile light up his stout chum’s face.
“Surest thing you know!” was the answer. “Helena writes to say that her father has changed his views, and that they’re both real Americans now. She says she likes me better than ever for being in the army and—— Oh, I didn’t mean to read that!” and Bob blushed. “It was something about the Red Cross I was going to tell you.”
“Go to it, Bob!” laughed Jerry. “Helena’s all right!”
It was that evening, in the free period between the last mess and taps, that a cheering was heard in a distant part of the camp.
“What’s that?” asked Jerry of his two friends.
“Maybe they’ve caught Pug Kennedy,” suggested Ned.