Among the missing was one whose loss did not greatly grieve the boys of the old Thirty-seventh. Nick Rabig did not answer to his name when the roll was called. They did not find his body on the field, nor was he among the wounded that were brought in and tenderly cared for in the hospitals.
"I see Nick is missing," remarked Frank to Bart later in the evening, as they were resting and rejoicing over the victory.
"Missing but not missed," put in the implacable Tom.
"If the Huns have got him, he'll feel more at home than he ever felt with us," remarked Bart.
"Maybe he was captured against his will," said Tom, "and then again maybe—"
"What do you suppose they'll say in Camport when they hear of this day's work, fellows?" asked Billy.
"Oh," answered Frank with a laugh, "they'll only say: 'It's nothing more than we expected.'"
"They know us, don't they?"
"Of course they do," broke in Tom. "We came to France to do our duty as
American citizens, as well as soldiers."
"I wonder how long it will be before this war is over and we start for home?" came from Frank.