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"That's the truest thing you've said in a long while!" cried Jimmy, clapping his chum on the back. "Fellows, we'd better eat and drink while we can. We have our emergency rations, and, as Iggy says, there must be water where there's a mill. It isn't a wind one and there's no steam or electricity here yet. Let's get ready for a siege."
"He knew enough to use a capital now and then, which is more than he did at Camp Sterling," declared Bob, when they had left the hospital, to go back to their stations. "You didn't tell him that his share of the five thousand francs, as well as yours and ours, was missing; did you?" inquired Franz. "What was the use?" asked Jimmy. "Poor Iggy has troubles enough as it is.
"Yes, sir," answered Jimmy, saluting. Then he and his chums put in several busy minutes. Jimmy, Roger and Franz, as sergeants, would each have charge of a squad to lead into the fight, and in Jimmy's squad were Bob and Iggy, the corporals. "Everything in readiness here?" asked the young lieutenant who had given Jimmy, Roger and Franz their orders.
"Do you know us? I'm Jimmy Blazes, and here's Bob, Roger, Iggy and Franz," said Jimmy. "Do you know us! Can you tell us where you've been all this while, and what happened to you!" "Good water! Good water!" was all the reply that came from poor Maxwell. "He's out of his head," said Bob. "We'd better send a doctor if we can find one, or get him to a hospital," suggested Roger.
"We didn't tell Franz and Iggy about him," he remarked to Roger and Bob. "No. Go ahead with the story," said Bob. "Maybe they can throw some light on it." But Franz and Iggy though the latter did not say much could offer no explanation save that put forth by Jimmy and the two lads who had seen what he had seen that Captain Frank Dickerson was a German spy.
Whether this was the effect of the big shell that had exploded, or whether it was caused by a smaller one going off a moment later, Jimmy could not tell. But he saw Iggy hurtling through the air, and the face of the Polish lad was covered with blood, as he himself had said it had been in his dream. "Go on! Don't stop! Slam at 'em!"
The initial volume is called "The Khaki Boys at Camp Sterling," and in the pages of that you meet, for the first time, Jimmy, Roger, Bob and Iggy. To introduce them more formally I will say that Jimmy's correct name was James Sumner Blaise, and that he was the son of wealthy parents. He was about nineteen years old, and this was the average age of his comrades.
It was three days later when they all received permission to go to the rear and call on Iggy who was still in the hospital, though likely to be discharged as cured inside of a week. There was still a lull in the fighting about the sector where our five Brothers, or, rather, four, were stationed. But there was an indefinite something in the air that told of fierce battles to come.
"It's like having you back from the dead," declared Franz, with tears in his eyes as he held the hands of the three friends. "Better even, for alife they is!" exclaimed Iggy. "I home a letter will write saying not to read the other what I sent." "What other?" asked Bob.
The war might be over, though until the Germans were worse whipped than they then were there would be poor satisfaction in that, reflected Roger. It was Bob, however, who blurted out: "Is Iggy all right?" "You said it!" cried Jimmy, dancing around "like a venerable ostrich," as Bob said afterward. "He isn't all right, exactly, for he's pretty badly mussed up.
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