“Twenty-eight, sir.”
“Twenty-eight,” repeated the major through the telephone. “That duty done we will now proceed to enjoy ourselves. Hungry?”
“I—I hadn’t thought about it. Now that you mention the subject I do realize that there is a sort of gone feeling in my stomach.”
“We’ll have a bit of a bite. While I am getting it ready you see if you can find the American Army.”
Grace studied the landscape ahead of them for a long time, and said she couldn’t see anything that looked like an army. He demanded to know where she was looking.
“About where those little green hills are. I do not recall having seen those from the ground,” she said, lowering her glasses.
The major chuckled.
“Know where you are looking for the American Army? You’re hunting for it on the other side of the Rhine. Look down at an angle of about forty-five degrees. See anything?”
“I think I do, but what I see doesn’t look like any army that I ever saw.”
“You’re looking at the Third American Army, just the same. Now find the Boche army a little further out, but not too far.”