"Yes," assented Jimmy.
"A little bit of hall right, I call that!" commented a cockney sergeant.
So weak and exhausted were our friends that they had to stay in the English billets several days before they could be sent under escort to their own command. And you may imagine better than I can describe it the joy of Franz and Iggy when they welcomed their Brothers once more.
"It's like having you back from the dead," declared Franz, with tears in his eyes as he held the hands of the three friends.
"Better even, for alife they is!" exclaimed Iggy. "I home a letter will write saying not to read the other what I sent."
"What other?" asked Bob.
"Oh, he wrote one saying you had been captured and that he was going to hike into German territory and find you the first chance he had," explained Franz.
"Sure I would go, but now not," declared Iggy. "I home write annudder letter soon."
"It was good of you to think of us," said Jimmy. "And now tell us about yourselves. Are you all right? Have you done any fighting, and have you heard anything of Maxwell and our missing money?"
"Oh, have a heart!" laughed Franz. "You're worse than an intelligence officer wanting to know the results of a trench raid. But we're all right, as far as that goes."