"Don't take the trouble to write it down. Just impress it on
your memory."
The others nodded their understanding.
The three came now upon a light in the distance.
"Germans ahead, I guess," Chester whispered. "Careful and let all further
conversation be in German."
The lad was right. Advancing two hundred yards farther, the three friends
came upon the outlying sections of the big German camp. Sentinels moved
about in the darkness, their forms lighted up now and then by the flare
of campfires--for the night was very cold.
Once they were challenged by a sentry, but when the man looked at their
uniforms in the moonlight, he lowered his rifle and passed on.
"I'll go straight ahead," said Chester in a low voice. "Hal, you go north
and let Stubbs go south."
And thus it was arranged without further talk. The three friends
separated.
Walking between the rows of German tents, Chester, after perhaps half an
hour, was arrested by the sound of voices in a tent that seemed, in the
darkness, to be much larger than the ones which surrounded it. He paused
and listened attentively.
"Then everything is in readiness," came a voice.
"Everything. When the French see that we have weakened our lines on the
left wing, they naturally will press forward in masses.
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