"We are French," said the lieutenant. "That is our machine, and we have been reconnoitering."
"We are friends," said one of the men.
In another moment the lieutenant and the boys were at the machine, and grasped the hands of the hunters. "We are Belgians," continued the man.
"Where are we?" asked the lieutenant.
"In the forest, north of Messanoy," was the reply.
"Are there any Germans near?" asked the lieutenant.
"Yes, at St. Leger, to the north, and at the junction of Arlon, to the northeast. But troops are constantly going along both roads to Longwy and Metz," replied one of the spokesmen.
"Where can we get something to eat?" was asked.
"Ah, we can arrange that," said one of the men with a smile. "Follow us."
On the way the lieutenant learned a great deal of the system in force by the Germans. They were conducted north, through the woods for fully a mile where they reached a wagon trail. Here the lieutenant stopped.