"Whatever should we do if we met that soldier?" gasped Pierrette,
breathless with running and excitement.
"Look stupid," said Pierre promptly. "He didn't see us, and he'd
never dream we had seen him; but, by our blessed Saint Jeanne,
this is where I get even with the Germans! Let's find Jim and
Uncle Sam."
Reveille was just sounding as they entered the camp and presented
themselves at the door of Uncle Sam's tent. During the weeks that
had elapsed since their arrival in France, Jim and Uncle Sam had
acquired a fair working knowledge of the language, and, though it
still remained a queer mixture of French and English, they and
the children managed to understand each other very well.
"Bonjour, kids!" cried Uncle Sam in astonishment, when he saw the
two children at the tent door. "What on earth are you doing here?
Don't you know visitors are not expected in camp at this hour?"
"Sh--sh!" said Pierre, laying his finger on his lips. "Nobody
must see us! We have important news!"
Uncle Sam sat up in bed. "Why, I believe you have," he said,
looking attentively. at their pale faces. "Just wait a minute
while I get my clothes on. Here, you--Jim," he added, poking a
recumbent figure in the adjoining cot. "Roll out! It's reveille!"
Jim sat up at once and rubbed his eyes, and, after a hurried
consultation, the two men turned the two children with their
faces to the wall in one corner of the tent, while they made a
hasty toilet in the other.
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