“There,” she said.
“And,” pursued Miss Lane, in a low voice, “where do we go from here?”
Miss Ryker, who was a girl of few words, began to measure out distances with her finger and thumb.
“The nearest point to us,” she announced at last, “is a place called Delficelles.”
“Delficelles? Our boys captured it not long ago,” said Frances in confirmation. “I guess the trenches must lie just beyond.”
On one point she was right: Delficelles had been captured by an American Division a fortnight previously. On the other she was wrong, for a reason which will presently appear.
“We are going to visit them,” continued Miss Lane.
“How do we get there?” enquired her practical friend.
Miss Lane looked stealthily round, as a precaution against eavesdroppers. Then she smiled seraphically.
“I guess we can do it on our faces,” she remarked.