“Take your last look back, fellows,” said Rod, after they had said good-bye to Andre and recovered their machines.
They stood on a slight eminence from which they could see the river and the French forces beyond. Apparently the council of war had been of brief duration, and must have settled on starting in pursuit of the fleeing German rearguard, for already the troops were in motion, with batteries hastening along the road taken by the enemy.
“Good luck to you all!” said Josh, waving his hat toward the Frenchmen, whom they had come to regard highly; “and here’s wishing that when the end of the war comes it will bring glory to France; for her noble sons deserve everything that is good. And now, Rod, say the word, and we’ll make our getaway from here.”
“Then here goes!” called out the leader, as he straddled his machine and started his engine.
With a succession of popping reports he was off, Hanky Panky quickly following suit, and Josh bringing up the rear. Thus they started toward Paris, with high hopes of getting to the French capital before long, and then continuing their journey to the coast.
Whether they succeeded in escaping any more thrilling perils or not while in the country of the Great War does not concern us just now; all that can be left to another story at some future date. They had played a manly part in taking up the cause of the poor little woman in Antwerp, and believed they would never be sorry on account of having decided to search for Andre on the battle line before Paris.
THE END.
The Big Five Motorcycle Boys Series
By RALPH MARLOW