"Him!" and Iggy pointed to the sun. "Der wedder I mean. Him will rain before night I feel, for of my foot there is such a pains. Always when it rain going to be is, of my foots there is a pain."
"You mean your corn hurts!" asked Bob, with a laugh. He had been rather gloomy the day before, but now he seemed to have recovered his usual good spirits. "Imagine having a corn in these days of battle!" he went on.
"He is not what you say—imagitive!" declared the Polish lad earnestly. "He is real, dat pain in mine foots! But I can away from here march quick. It gives me bad dreams," and he looked toward the kitchen where the silent occupant had acted as sentry for them.
There had been no disturbance during the night, and if any parties of Germans had passed the lonely farmhouse this was unknown to the boys. Occasionally they heard the sound of distant firing, but now, as the sun rose higher in the heavens, the noises became louder, and, seemingly, nearer.
"Must be a big battle going on not far from here," remarked Bob.
"I don't believe there's been any let-up in the big battle," came from
Jimmy.
"The only trouble is that we're being left out!" exclaimed Franz. "I want to get back in the fighting again."
"Same here!" murmured Roger. "Let's eat and then well hike. We ought to get back to our lines to-day, sure."
"If we have luck," remarked Jimmy. "Well, let's go!"
It was not much of a breakfast that the Khaki Boys had, but it was better than nothing. They managed to make a fire in the stove and boiled some coffee they found in a cupboard.