The voice seemed strangely familiar to the ears of both Leon and Earl. They peered eagerly through the darkness to see if they could discover the identity of the speaker. All they could see was the faint outline of some soldier's figure. The man, whoever it was, had a bandage tied around his face.
"Did anyone here want twine?" he asked again.
"Jacques!" cried Leon eagerly. "What are you doing here?"
"Leon, is it you?" demanded Jacques, for it was the daring young Frenchman who had returned. "Where is Earl?"
"Right here," exclaimed that individual briskly. "But what are you doing back here so soon?"
"Why shouldn't I come back?"
"But you were wounded."
"Merely a scratch. The silly old doctors wanted me to remain in the base hospital for a day or two but that is ridiculous."
"You are reckless, Jacques," said Leon reprovingly. "Still I am awfully glad to see you again."
"Who wants this twine?" asked Jacques. "When I started back they gave it to me to bring out to some one in this trench who had telephoned in for it."