"Poland at last heard from!" exclaimed Bob. "I thought it had been struck dumb by Cousin Emile."
"No yet," flung back Ignace. "So much I hear I feel to keep the shut up. So mebbe I learn som'thin'."
"Oh, my conversation is always highly instructive," Bob patronizingly assured. "You can learn something from Bobby every time he opens his mouth. He's a walking compendium of knowledge and a spouting fount of useful information."
"We'll let Bobby tell it," jeered Jimmy. "I wouldn't be caught dead——"
Walking next to Bob, something suddenly cut the narrow space between the two with the peculiar whistling whine which belongs only to a speeding bullet.
"Drop!" yelled Jimmy, suiting the action to the word. "Some Boche has it in for us!"