"Well, so are we!" exclaimed Jimmy, and in such a tone that Anson looked curiously at him, and asked:
"What do you mean? By any chance are you——"
"Yes, we're the two fellows who had a hand in putting Mike Bixton where he belongs," declared Jimmy. "Blaise is my name, and this is Roger Barlow," and he nodded at his chum. "He and I," he went on, "did the most, I suppose, in finding out Mike Bixton's mean tricks and exposing him. Of course, others helped us, but we did the most. And I am glad we did. I'd do it over again if I had to! This Bixton was one of the meanest sneaks that ever came over the pike! He tried to put the blame for a rotten trick on one of our friends. But his plan didn't work! Jail is too good a place for Mike Bixton."
"And are you really the fellows who put him there?" asked Anson.
"We two!" declared Roger, backing up his chum.
"I wouldn't have believed it!" confessed Anson. "I mean you look like peaceable chaps," he added.
"Oh, we can fight when we have to," said Jimmy, with a laugh. "And another thing. If these two Bixtons here want to know who it was that sent their cousin to jail, just refer them to us. If——"
At that moment Anson looked over Jimmy's head and what he saw seemed to astonish him He made a frantic sign to Jimmy Blaise, but that lad, uncomprehending, went on saying:
"If these Bixtons here want to know who sent their cousin to jail, tell them we did—Roger Barlow and Jimmy Blaise, both sergeants in the 509th Infantry. Tell 'em that!"
"You can tell 'em yourself," said Anson, with a queer grin on his face. "There the two Bixtons are, right behind you!"