"Civilization! I hope you don't call the trenches with their big rats and cooties and—er—other things—civilization!" cried Jimmy. "If it is—give me barbarism."
"Well, I didn't just mean that," went on Bob. "But I wish Captain
Dickerson had come back with us."
"Maybe he had orders to proceed elsewhere," suggested Franz.
"If he had he was on a dangerous mission," said Jimmy simply. "He went straight toward the German lines. I can't understand it at all. He certainly was a strange man."
"But he did us the greatest service one man can do for another," remarked Roger. "He saved our lives, fellows! Don't forget that!"
"No," agreed Jimmy in a low voice. "Whatever happens we must never forget that."
They trudged on in silence a little longer, and then Franz broke out with:
"And speaking of wondering, Jimmy, what do you suppose has become of
Sergeant Maxwell?"
"And your money, Blazes," added Bob.
"Our money," corrected his chum. "Haven't I told you that the five thousand francs is the joint property of the five Brothers."