CHAPTER VII
THE GLORY OF WAR
One glance at Henri seemed to satisfy him. The French boy, so typical of his race, he was ready to take for granted. He asked just one question.
"You speak English well? You can understand thoroughly?"
"Yes, my colonel," answered Henri.
Then the officer turned to Frank.
"You are English—one of our allies?" he asked.
"No, sir." And Frank had to explain, for the hundredth time since the war began, as it seemed to him, his nationality and his mixed blood. He threw up his head a little proudly now as he told of his French mother.
"That is well enough," said the colonel. "You are neutral—in America. But I think—ah, yes, I believe that you Americans remember Lafayette and the help you had from Frenchmen once."