"The lieutenant and Frank," he announced. "Guess Joe's still on duty."
And Joe was. He was just relaying to the commander of the American forces in France orders forwarded from London, and they were of the greatest import to the three boys from Brighton.
CHAPTER XX
The Great News
"Well, Sergeants, how are you?" Lieutenant Mackinson greeted them, as he and Frank came galloping up and swerved their horses around.
"Corporals, you mean, Lieutenant," Jerry corrected.
"No, I thought I meant sergeants," the lieutenant repeated. "In fact, I'm quite sure I did."
"What do you mean?" Slim demanded eagerly, for the moment forgetting all about their prisoners of war.