They could look across into Germany now, where on the other side of the river, the German forces were withdrawing. It was a strange sensation to see a German and not snatch up a gun to hurry his movements.
While they were pitching camp that night, Billy suddenly nudged Frank, as a man passed them in earnest conversation with one of the officers.
“Look at that fellow,” he murmured.
Frank looked at the man indicated.
“Why it’s the man we saw hanging around Mrs. Edsall’s house!” he remarked with interest. “I wonder what he’s doing here?”
“Seems to have the run of the camp all right,” observed Tom with a scowl.
“Well, I guess that shows he’s all right,” returned Frank. “You’ve got no cause to kick, Tom, nor Billy either. You know now that he isn’t hanging around the girls.”
“No, but it looks as though he were going along with the army to Coblenz,” said Billy uneasily.
“And the girls are going to be there soon, eh?” teased Frank. “Gee, but I’m glad that I’m not in love.”
“Who said we were?” demanded Tom.