Rigney and Joyce got enough by accepting odds and ends. When they finished it was agreed that the party move on and catch the outfit.
“Combien, Gabrielle?” asked Jimmy.
“Dix france, pour tous,” she answered. (Ten francs for everything.)
“Not bad at all. Gettin’ kinda sick of the highway-robbery stuff. Guess you’ll have to pay, George; I’m flat,” said Jimmy.
“Oui,” answered Neil. He gave Gabrielle three five-franc notes and told her to keep the change.
“Monsieur, vous donney trop! (you give too much, monsieur) she told him, insisting that he take what was over and above.
“Forget it,” refusing the returned money.
“Merci bien, monsieur,” answered Gabrielle.
Au revoirs were quickly said. The little party of Yanks started off in the general direction of Verdun over the great white highway that many Frenchmen call the “Sacred Road.”
“Got any idea where the outfit is, Joyce?” asked O. D., after two kilometers had been left behind with their hobnail tracks.