But here was a new problem to them. They gazed longingly at the many good things all about them, but they did not have even a sou about them. While thus speculating a body of infantry passed, and the boys followed, more from habit than anything else. They had no definite object in view, in doing so.
Beyond was an open space where tents had been erected along the northern border of the green. They mounted the motorcycle, and were speeding across the space, when a cordon of guards held them up, and one of the soldiers called for the corporal.
A tall soldier marched up, and answered: "What is it?"
Alfred sprang forward: "Is that you, Pierre?" he cried.
It was, indeed, Pierre, who was the corporal, in charge of the squad. He recognized the boys with a smile and a handshake.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired.
It did not take the boys long to tell him of the wonderful things that had happened since the battle in which Ralph was wounded. Motioning them to follow, Pierre crossed the shaded portion of the commons, and entered the guarded enclosure where the commander of the post had his office.
Pierre, addressing the commander, said: "These boys have been detailed as special messengers from the commander at Neerwinden camp, and have been practising on their machine. These are the lads who were mentioned in General Orders a week ago, for bravery in battle, and for services rendered to the fighting force."
"But we used the guns, ourselves," said Ralph, with a little pardonable pride.
And Alfred nodded his head, as he looked at Ralph. There was a twinkle in the eyes of the officer, as he said: "I welcome men and boys like you. In what way can I be of any service to you?" he inquired.