"You weigh curiosity against danger and decide on the former, although knowing that the château may be destroyed at any moment?"
"Yes, Monsieur," said Don.
All the while the aviator's son had been wondering to what regiment this very distinguished-looking soldier of France might belong, but just as he was about to make some diplomatic inquiries the poilu rose to his feet, saying:
"I am glad to have had the opportunity of meeting you. Now I must say good-bye. Perhaps the hazards of war may bring us together again, but if not, allow me to take this occasion of wishing you continued immunity from shot and shell, as well as a safe return to your native country."
And then, after shaking hands with each in turn, he quickly walked outside.
"Quite an odd character!" pronounced Dunstan.
"And a very gentlemanly one," said Don.
"A little too high-toned for me," declared Chase.
The ambulanciers rose in a body, and presently, upon reaching the road, saw the poilu headed in the direction of the château, and, strangely enough, the cat was close at his heels.
"Ha, ha!" laughed Dunstan. "Not very complimentary to us, eh? We terrified the poor cat, while it follows the Frenchman like a creditor. I'd like to know where he's bound."