"What is it?" asked Alfred.
"We might get attached to the Red Cross some way, and that would be sure to take us to the front," replied Ralph.
"That would be just as hard as to get in with the flying people," answered Alfred.
"That may be so, too, but I can't see any other way."
They again called at the Continental Hotel in the hope that there might be some further news. To their surprise they found a letter from Alfred's father with a check for their personal expenses. While reading the letter they overheard a conversation which gave them the solution, as they thought, of their difficulties.
"No," said a voice, "they will not ticket us to any point near the firing line, but we might go to St. Dizier, and from there work our way north."
"Good idea; let's book at once," said the second voice.
"Come on," said Alfred. "That's the right tip. Let's find out where St. Dizier is."
The clerk informed them: "It is about a hundred and sixty miles east of Paris."
"Then it can't be far from Verdun," remarked Alfred.