"
"I wouldn't if I were you," said Stubbs. "It wouldn't do you any
good. He probably would think your wound had affected your mind.
That's what I think."
"Oh, no you don't," said Hal. "You are just trying to keep the thing to
yourself, whatever it is. Maybe you're going to slip it by the censor to
the _Gazette_, eh?"
Stubbs made no reply.
"If I thought that, I would tell General Petain," declared Chester.
"It must be a great thing to have such imaginations," said Stubbs with
something like a sigh. "Some of these days, if you like, I'll get you
both jobs on the _Gazette_."
"Now look here, Stubbs," said Hal. "Laying all joking aside, are you
going to tell us about this thing or not?"
"What thing?" demanded Stubbs.
"By George!" ejaculated Hal in exasperation. "You're the limit, Stubbs."
"Sure I am," was the little man's smiling response. "Otherwise, I
wouldn't be in this tent with you."
"Stubbs," said Chester, a sudden idea striking him, "have we done
something you don't like?"
"You have," was Stubbs' reply.
"By Jove!" said Hal. "We're sorry for that, Stubbs. We apologize. Will
you tell us what we've done?"
Stubbs looked at the lad with a peculiar smile on his face.
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