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Colonel Pavet had not forgotten how Frank had brought him in wounded from the battlefield under a hail of enemy fire, and Frank on his part had a profound gratitude to the colonel for his efforts to secure for Mrs. Sheldon her rights in her father's property. "So you are still at it," smiled the colonel, after greetings had been exchanged. "What do you mean?" asked Frank.
"Crocodilon adorat Pars haec; illa pavet saturam serpentibus ibin: Effigies sacri hic nitet aurea cercopitheci; Hic piscem flumints, illic Oppida tota canem venerantur."
They had scarcely finished before Frank was summoned to headquarters by a messenger. He went, expecting that something had come up in connection with the prisoners, but was agreeably surprised to find his old friend, Colonel Pavet, waiting for him. The meeting was especially cordial on both sides.
The buildings are riddled with bullets and cannon balls. Berlin is getting some of the punishment that is due for her guilt in starting the war." "I suppose that fellow Liebknecht is at the head of all this," remarked Frank. "He was, but he isn't any longer," replied Colonel Pavet. "What do you mean?" asked Frank. "Has he been arrested?" "He's been killed," was the answer. "How did that happen?"
Just one little pressure of a button and zowie!" Just then Frank caught sight of his friend, Colonel Pavet, coming toward him and went forward to meet the French officer. The colonel's greeting was a very cordial one. "I'm glad to see that you've come safely so far through this fierce fighting," he said. "Fierce is the right word," answered Frank smilingly.
He had only a moment to spare, but that moment was given to Frank, who had risen and greeted him with a welcome as warm as his own. "Ah, Monsieur Sheldon, letters from home, I see," he remarked. "I hope your mother is well." "Very well, thank you," responded Frank. "And very grateful to you, Colonel Pavet, for the interest you have taken in her behalf and mine."
There's stormy weather coming, and we've got to be prepared for gales." "That just fits in with what Colonel Pavet of the French Army was telling me to-day," said Frank. "He's just back from Berlin, and he's sure there's trouble afoot." "Well," said Dick, "I hope that we're both false prophets, but I'm afraid we're not. I'll have to get on now, fellows." "What did you come down for?" asked Tom.
"Yes," replied Colonel Pavet, "your mother, Madame Sheldon, it seems strange for me to name her thus, for I never think of her except as Lucie De Latour, as I knew her in her girlhood has a very excellent prospect of coming into the property that was willed to her." "I'm very glad to hear that!" exclaimed Frank. "And I know that my mother will be pleased too.
The officer threw himself from the horse's back, cast the reins to his orderly, and came impetuously toward the astonished Army boys with his hand extended to Frank. "Monsieur Sheldon!" he exclaimed, his face beaming. "Mon brave Americain. Le sauveur de ma vie." "Colonel Pavet!" cried Frank with equal pleasure, as he took the extended hand.
From the time they reached the trenches the Army Boys were in hourly peril of their lives. They took part in many night raids in No Man's Land and brought back prisoners. Frank met a Colonel Pavet whose life he saved under heavy fire and learned from the French officer encouraging news about his mother's property.
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