"We will," Jerry said. "We will. Let's make a promise to each other on that."
And with this good resolution made, they started for the mess tent.
The first fifteen minutes they gave over unstintedly to appeasing healthy and long-deferred appetites, and then Slim suddenly remembered Major Jones' final instructions.
"Wonder what we have to report at General Young's headquarters at ten o'clock for?" he queried. "I'm nearly dead for sleep myself."
"So am I," said Jerry.
Both of them caught Joe's averted smile.
"What's it for, do you know?" Jerry demanded.
"Well, fellows, I think I do," Joe answered. "But I only learned it over the wireless—and that's information gained in a professional way, you know, and therefore secret. So don't ask me to tell you. In another hour we'll go over. You know I've been summoned, too."
"No!" ejaculated Jerry. "Well, that's fine. But you'll be going over to learn something that you already know, while we'll be getting some real news, whatever it is."
"That's right," said Joe. "And maybe it will be real news."