“Oh, could I really?”
“I think so. I have brought in information to our commander that is valuable enough for me to ask one small favor of him. Come on, let’s ask!”
The two girls were across the field and knocking for admittance at the Commander’s tent before the Marquise and the two young men had begun their tour of inspection.
“A favor to ask!” exclaimed the grizzled old warrior who sat poring over a map where Jo had only a few moments before added some crosses that meant much to the tactics of the French army.
“I want to take a friend up in a machine.”
“A friend! I am sorry, my son, but it is hard to tell friends in this day of war. I can’t let you. He might be no friend, after all, to France.”
“He! It is not a man but an American girl. She is just outside your tent,” and Jo raised the flap and motioned Judy to enter. Judy was introduced. The old warrior looked at her searchingly.
“Tell me, are you related to Robert Kean?”
“His daughter, sir.”
“Robert Kean’s daughter! Why, my child, your father and I have been close friends for years. Tell me where he is and what he is doing.”