Chapter VII
PHILIPPE RUNS AWAY
In the morning early a very excited little boy stood at the door of a farmhouse and gazed down the road.
Philippe was ready to travel to Antwerp with his friends, the two gentlemen. They had promised to stop by for him, and he had arisen early.
He was now in a state of great excitement. Mother Yvelle stood by his side. Her face was sad. She did not like to see her son leaving her. They heard a sound. The big motor car was approaching the tiny farm.
"Goodbye, Mamma. I shall be home soon. Do not worry," said Philippe.
He threw his arms about his mother's neck. The big car stopped before the door. The gentlemen jumped out.
"He will be back in two or three days," said the Englishman to Mother Yvelle. "We shall take good care of him. Have no fear."
Bundling Philippe into the car, the two gentlemen waved cheerily to the Belgian woman. She stood and watched them as they disappeared down the road.
"What is that?" cried the American, looking in surprise at his feet.