"The flag!" repeated Frank, his face aglow. Then he turned suddenly to the girl and smilingly asked her:
"Have you learned yet that you are an American, Belinda—a real American?"
The girl opened the bosom of her nurse's blouse with swift fingers. From within she drew a folded silk American flag.
"Frank!" She kissed the bit of silk reverently. "Frank, I think I have known that ever since Carl tore this from the wall of my ward."
CHAPTER XXXII
FROM WAR TO PEACE
A heavy flying Voisin sank to the earth following the appareil de chasse. The bomb-thrower hopped out and ran to Sanderson to shake hands.
"You are a sight for sore eyes, Sandy!" he declared. "When Renaud brought back the news of your accident and that you were fooling the Boches, we voted you the palm. But now——"
The volatile fellow turned to make Belinda a sweeping bow.
"And your story is not unknown along this sector, Mademoiselle Melnotte. I pray you may have a safe voyage 'over the top,' as the boys say when they mount the trenches for a bayonet charge."