“There’s the gang over yonder along that road. See ’em?” asked Champ, pointing to a road over to the left.
“Oui, pretty good camouflage; but you can tell it,” answered Jimmy.
“I don’t see anything. Where do you mean?” asked O. D.
“All along that road. See the tree branches and stuff that looks like it’s growin’ out in the road. That’s the guns and stuff. They’re camouflaged on account of Boche planes. The horses are down in the woods some place,” explained Jimmy.
“I see now what you mean. Gee! that camouflage is fine stuff; I’d never know it was anything from here,” admitted O. D.
“You’ll pick camouflage from the real stuff toot sweet, O. D.; don’t worry.”
“Say, we better hit the road here and slip in. Some boob may ask what we’re doin’ blowin’ in at this time of day,” suggested Joyce.
The crew acted on his advice and approached the camp from the woods.
Just before gaining the fringe of road where pieces, caissons, wagons, and a lot of equipment were hidden beneath newly cut branches, a bugle blasted out “Attention!”
“A Boche plane goin’ over. That means take cover, O. D.,” explained McGee.