"Que voulez-vous, Mademoiselle?" he asked.
The relief of the girl when she heard her own language was evident.
"These are English soldiers, Monsieur?" she asked.
"No," said Frank, "they are Americans."
"Oh, les braves Americains!" she exclaimed. "How glad I am! I know you will help me."
"Be sure of that," replied Frank. "But tell me now just what has happened."
"The boches," she answered. "They are at our house."
"How many are there?" asked Frank with quickened interest.
"About thirty," she replied. Then as she saw Frank glance at the ten who made up his party, she went on: "But you can capture them, I am sure. They are drugged."
"Drugged?"