"Well, well, well! If it isn't old Bob and Blazes!"
The blue-eyed, broadly-smiling youth who uttered this jubilant recognition, now had Bob's hand in a firm grip, and was shaking it vigorously. Standing beside him, his brother, an exact counterpart of himself, was engaged in greeting Jimmy with equal cordiality.
"Let me in on this," commanded a laughing voice, as Roger joined the delighted quartet. "I believe I've seen the famous Twinkle Twins before to-day."
"You'd better believe it," retorted Jack Twinkleton. "How are you, Rodge? You're looking all to the mustard."
"Put her there! How's the good old scout?"
Jerry Twinkleton now claimed Roger's attention.
"Oh, we're simply fine. You can't lose us. It isn't being done, don't you know, with this gang."
Roger's face glowed with friendliness as he greeted the illustrious twins. They were truly a welcome sight.
"How long have you been over, and where do you go from here?" were Jimmy's quick questions. "We've been keeping an eye out and an ear open ever since we landed in France. Thought we'd see you or, maybe, hear news of you."