His name is Stubbs, sir, of the New
York _Gazette_"
"His name will be Mudd, sir, if he doesn't conduct himself properly while
within my lines," declared General Petain. "Take him with you. Find
Lieutenant Maussapant and tell him to find quarters for you. Report to me
at midnight. I probably shall have work for you."
The lads saluted and made their way from the tent. Stubbs followed them.
Chester glanced at his watch.
"Great Scott!" he ejaculated. "I had no idea it was so late."
"How late?" asked Chester.
"Ten-thirty."
"Nor I," said Chester. "Where do you suppose we are going to find
Maussapant?"
"You've got me. However, here comes a young officer; we'll ask him."
Hal did so.
"That is my name," was the young man's smiling response.
"Then we're in luck," said Hal. "General Petain requests that you find
quarters for me."
"As it happens," said the young Frenchman, "two of my brother officers
have been transferred and I can ask you to bunk with me."
"How about Stubbs?" asked Hal.
"Stubbs?"
"Yes; our friend here, a war correspondent."
"Oh, I guess we can find room for him. Come with me."
The three friends followed the young Frenchman and presently were
installed in a large, comfortable tent.
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