“You don’t suppose that we’re going to lose you this side of Paris, do you?” was Henri’s prompt counter question.
“Paris!” joyfully echoed the boy. “Me? Let’s hurry!”
Billy guessed that Reddy was glad.
“I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on the way,” hummed the boy from Bangor, as they hastened to tell the teamster the good news.
An hour later the sergeant came down to the wagon. As usual, he spoke to the point:
“Get your bundles, boys!”
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE BOYS GO GUN HUNTING.
The French had been massing their troops by forest paths, from Verdun and Toul, to throw them against the Germans in desperate endeavors to break the lines which protected the sites for the German heavy siege artillery and the Austrian automobile batteries of twelve-inch siege guns.
To join in this movement the command of Colonel Bainbridge was preparing.