"Oh, I guess he is spooking around some place. He'll turn up
before long."

The lad was right. Hal and Chester had hardly composed themselves to
sleep when the flap to the tent was lifted and Stubbs' head appeared. He
struck a match and looked at the two lads.

"Asleep?" he asked.

Neither lad was, but neither replied. They were both too sleepy to
care to enter into a conversation with Stubbs, so they maintained a
discreet silence.

"All right, then," said Stubbs, "if you're asleep I'll soon be with you."

He removed his clothing and went to bed.

Stubbs was up early the following morning and when the lads arose
entertained them with an account of his wanderings.

"And," he concluded, "I've stumbled across a story that's a wonder."

"A story?" repeated Chester.

"Yes. A 'story' is a newspaper man's way of expressing something big."

"Something to do with the battle?" asked Hal.

"It may have and it may not," declared Stubbs. "It may have something to