"Nothing special," replied Bart carelessly. "What should I mean?"
"By the way," put in Tom, "you"d better tuck your handkerchief in a little more tightly or you"ll lose it. It looks as though it were almost ready to drop out."
"What if it does?" snarled Rabig. "I could pick it up again, couldn"t I?"
"Of course you could," said Tom, "but you might pick up something else with it. Dust, or a bit of paper, or something like that."
"Say, what"s the matter with you guys anyway?" demanded Rabig, glowering at them.
"That looks like quite a solid door," remarked Frank, inspecting it critically.
"Oh, I don"t know," responded Billy. "It"s got dents in it. Here"s one that looks as though it were made by a rifle b.u.t.t."
Rabig looked at them angrily, and yet furtively, evidently seeking to find out how much their remarks meant.
"You fellows had better get along," he snapped. "You"re interfering with discipline by talking to a sentry on guard."
Rabig"s newborn reverence for discipline amused the boys so that they had hard work to repress a laugh.
"You"re right," responded Frank. "We"ll mosey along."
"Ta-ta, Rabig," said Bart. "Keep your eye peeled for any Hun trick. That fellow nearly got me yesterday with his knife, and he might try to play the same game on you."
"Don"t you worry," growled Rabig. "I can take care of myself."
The chums pa.s.sed on, laughing and talking about indifferent things, until they were out of ear shot.
"We"ve got him guessing," remarked Billy with a grin.
"We managed to put a flea in his ear," agreed Tom.
"Did you see how red he got?" questioned Bart.
"He sure is wondering how much we know," summed up Frank. "Whether it will make him go straight or not is another question. What we fellows ought to do is to take turns keeping tab on him, so that he can"t act crooked even if he wants to." "It"s a pity there should be any men in the American army whom we have to watch," said Tom bitterly.
"Yes, but that"s to be expected," returned Frank. "There"s never been an army in the history of the world that hasn"t been infected with traitors more or less."
"Look at Benedict Arnold," remarked Billy.
"To my mind, it"s surprising that there aren"t more," said Frank.
"That"s what the Kaiser was counting on. He thought that the German element in America was so strong that we wouldn"t dare to go to war with him. Do you remember what he told Gerard? That "there were five hundred thousand Germans in America who would revolt"?"
"Yes," grinned Billy, "and I remember how Gerard came back at him with the "five hundred thousand lamp-posts on which we"d hang them if they did.""
They were out on the main road by this time, and they stepped to one side and saluted, as an officer in French uniform, accompanied by an orderly, came galloping along.
The officer"s eye swept the group as he returned the salute, and when it rested on Frank he drew up his horse so suddenly that the beast sat back on its haunches.
The officer threw himself from the horse"s back, cast the reins to his orderly, and came impetuously toward the astonished Army boys with his hand extended to Frank.
"Monsieur Sheldon!" he exclaimed, his face beaming. "_Mon brave Americain. Le sauveur de ma vie._"
"Colonel Pavet!" cried Frank with equal pleasure, as he took the extended hand.
"Yes," replied the newcomer, "Colonel Pavet, alive and well, thanks to you. Ah, I shall never forget the night when I lay wounded on the battlefield and you climbed out of the trench and made your way through a storm of bullets and sh.e.l.ls to my side and carried me back to safety.
It was the deed of a hero, a modern d"Artagnan! How glad I am to see you again!"
"And I to see you" responded Frank warmly. "You were so dreadfully wounded that I feared you might not recover."
They were talking in French, which Frank spoke like a native, thanks to his French mother, and the other boys saluted and pa.s.sed on, leaving the two together.
"If we had not met, I would have searched you out," went on the colonel, "for I have some news for you. News that both you and your mother will be glad to hear."
"My mother," repeated Frank, his eyes kindling and his heart responding, as it never failed to do at the mention of that dear mother of his, who in her lonely home across the sea was waiting and praying for him.
CHAPTER IX
THE ESCAPE
"Yes," replied Colonel Pavet, "your mother, Madame Sheldon,--it seems strange for me to name her thus, for I never think of her except as Lucie De Latour, as I knew her in her girlhood--has a very excellent prospect of coming into the property that was willed to her."
"I"m very glad to hear that!" exclaimed Frank. "And I know that my mother will be pleased too. I have told her in my letters about my meeting with you, and I gave her the remembrances that you were kind enough to send her. She was delighted to know that I had met one of her old neighbors in Auvergne, and she asked me to thank you most heartily for your kindness in promising to look after her interests."
The colonel smiled genially.
"She is too good," he responded. "The obligation is all on my side. My humble services would have been at her disposal in any event simply for the sake of old friendship. But how much more ought they to be wholly hers, now that her son has saved my life."
"I am afraid you put too much value on what I did, Colonel," said Frank deprecatingly.
"It was something that not one in ten thousand would have done," replied the colonel warmly. "When I found myself helpless and wounded on that field of death I thought my life was over, and I had commended my soul to G.o.d."
"I"m glad that you have lived to strike another blow for France," said Frank.
"Ah, for France!" repeated the colonel fervently, as he lifted his cap reverently.
"As I started to say," he resumed after a moment, "your mother"s prospects for coming into her own are excellent. After my wound I was sent home, and for some time it was doubtful whether I would live or die. But G.o.d was good and I recovered. While I was gradually mending I had ample time to look into that matter of the contested will. And, fortunately, just at that time my brother Andre, who is one of the leading lawyers of Paris, came to the chateau to see and cheer me up while I was convalescing. I laid the whole matter before him, and he went into it thoroughly. He has gone over all the proceedings in the case, and he tells me that there is no doubt that your mother has the law as well as right--unfortunately they are not always the same thing-- on her side. He says that the testimony of those who are contesting the will smacks strongly of perjury. It is too bad that your mother cannot be here, for then Andre thinks the whole thing could be straightened out at once."
"It is too bad," agreed Frank; "but in the present state of things, and the danger on the Atlantic from submarines, I would not want her to take the risk. But what you say delights me, as I am sure it will her, and I can"t thank you enough for all the trouble you have taken."
"Not trouble, but pleasure," corrected the colonel. "And you can be a.s.sured that the matter will not be allowed to lag now that Andre has taken it up. When he starts a case he can be depended on to carry it through to a finish. I will keep in close touch with him and will let you know from time to time how the matter is progressing. But now tell me about yourself."
"There"s not much to tell," replied Frank. "I"m well and have been lucky enough so far not to have stopped a bullet."
The colonel"s eyes twinkled.