"They'd find you out anyway," exclaimed Harold. "You can't fool these recruiting officers."
"I'd like to get to France and see the trenches, and see the soldiers, and the guns, and the fighting," Bob insisted.
"Do you realize that Harold may never get to France even if he does enlist and get a commission?" remarked Mr. Cook.
"Why not?"
"First of all on account of Mexico."
"Do you think the Mexicans will make trouble?" inquired Harold.
"I shouldn't be at all surprised," said Mr. Cook. "If they think we have our hands full with Germany those bandits may stir up a fuss and then troops would have to be sent down there."
"And Harold might be one of them," laughed Bob. "That would be a joke, wouldn't it?"
"I don't see why," cried Harold warmly. "If troops were needed in Mexico and I was one of those sent, I'd be serving my country just the same."
"Of course you would," his father agreed. "It might be though that you wouldn't even get out of High Ridge."