Part 2 (1/2)

”Hurry!”

He broke into a run and the others did likewise. A short turn or two and they brought up before a tent somewhat larger than the rest. This the lads knew was General Petain's field headquarters.

Even as the French officer approached the entrance, the general himself rushed from the tent, followed by members of his staff. The officer who had conducted the lads there accosted him.

”Sir,” he said, ”despatch bearers from General Durand at Ma.r.s.eilles.”

General Petain waved them aside.

”I've no time for them now,” he said, and made as if to move on.

Hal stepped forward.

”Sir,” he said, ”the despatches we carry have to do with the impending action.”

General Petain stopped suddenly and eyed the lad keenly. Then he said abruptly:

”Come with me.”

He led the way into the tent, and Hal, Chester and Stubbs followed him. The general seated himself at a desk at a far end of the tent and demanded:

”The despatches.”

Hal produced several doc.u.ments, which he pa.s.sed to the general. The latter broke the seals quickly and read. Then suddenly he sprang to his feet and dashed outside. The lads could hear him delivering sharp orders to members of his staff. A moment later his voice became inaudible.

After fifteen minutes' waiting, Chester grew fidgety.

”Wonder where he went?” he said.

”Don't know,” returned Hal with a shrug.

”Let's go out and see what's going on,” said Stubbs, and moved toward the exit.

”Hold on,” said Hal. ”We're under General Petain's orders now. We had better remain here until he returns.”

”You and Chester may be,” said Stubbs, ”but I'm not. I'm going out and have a look around.”

”Better stick around, Stubbs,” said Chester grimly. ”If they find you wandering about you're liable to be put under arrest. You can't go snooping around without permission, you know.”

”Snooping!” repeated Stubbs. ”Snooping! Who's going snooping? I want to find out what's going on.”

”Same thing,” said Chester.

The little man was offended.

”Call it snooping when I go out hunting news for my paper?” he asked.

”It's snooping when you go sticking your nose into other people's business,” declared Chester.

”This is my business,” exclaimed Stubbs.