aughter.

It was worth while to see how both of them smiled when they heard about
the sudden change of plans of the German general, and that even then,
when the big guns were once more commencing to speak in the distance, it
marked the retreat of the rash invaders who had expected to take Paris
as easily as they had battered down the defences of Liege and Namur in
Belgium, with their wonderful forty-two centimetre cannon.

The incident of the night, while at the time it had been quite
thrilling, was already relegated to the past. Rod and his chums had
really been through so much that was exciting during the time they owned
those motorcycles, that events of this type were only so many
reminiscences, once they had passed.

They had a bountiful breakfast, and then prepared to mount for another
ride over the good roads lying north of the French capital.

As usual Hanky Panky began to speculate on what they were fated to see
or experience during that day. Situated as they were, with warring
armies near by, anything seemed possible. Indeed, Hanky could not
venture to even give a guess as to what might come their way before the
setting of another sun.

"I only hope we manage to get on the track of the regiment that Andre
belongs to," he ventured to say as they made ready to depart; "and that
we find him still in the land of the living. Once we get that paper
signed and witnessed, Jeanne D'Aubrey's future is made secure, no matter
what happens to her husband afterwards; though we do hope he'll live to
go back home, whole or crippled, as the fortunes of war decide. All
ready here, Rod, so give the word to get started!"

CHAPTER XI.

HELP FOR THE STRANDED ONE.

"I'm as thirsty as a fish out of water, Rod!" called out Josh some time
after they had started moving along the road; "must have been that ham
we had for breakfast which was some salty, if fine. And unless I miss my
guess there's a roadside spring ahead of us there. You can see that foot
traveler taking a drink right now."

Rod had of course already noticed this for himself. Possibly he would
have given the stop signal, even had Josh not pleaded with him to do so.

They pulled up close by and dismounted. The man at the spring watched
them with what seemed to be uncommon interest; but then that was not so
strange, considering what splendid machines they were riding. A trio of
such wheels must make almost any one take notice.

Josh surveyed the other cur