"I don't believe I'd
care for a friend like that."
"I don't blame you," was the young officer's response. "Matin has a bad
reputation and I would advise you to keep your eye on him."
"Thanks," said Hal. "I shall remember that. By the way, can you tell me
just where we are?"
"Thiaumont farm," returned the French officer; "or, rather, I should say,
just east of Thiaumont farm. You two fellows look somewhat done up. If
you will go to the farm you will find a place to sleep in the farmhouse.
By some trick of fate the house and barn still stand, although everything
else in this vicinity has been knocked to pieces by the big guns."
"Thanks," said Hal, again. "We shall take your advice. We are pretty
tired and a sleep will help out. It's too far back to our own quarters
when there is a place to bunk so handy."
The two lads left the young officer and made their way to the farmhouse.
Here they found a number of French officers already installed, but the
latter gladly made room for them.
"No beds," said one with a laugh, "but there is plenty of room on
the floor."
"I guess a bed would be too much to expect," said Chester, also
laughing. "Besides, it's been so long since I slept in one I don't
believe I could rest.
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