do with the whole war--and it may not. I don't know."

"What is it, Stubbs?" asked Chester.

Stubbs winked one eye at him.

"As I happened to stumble across this while I was snooping," he
said, "and as you don't think much of snooping, I am going to keep
this to myself."

"Come, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester, "you know I was just fooling."

"Well, I may be just fooling now, for all you know," said Stubbs.

In vain did the lads plead to know what he was talking about. Stubbs was
obdurate and took his departure, announcing that he was going to do some
more "snooping," without enlightening them.

Hardly had he gone when the lads received a caller. It was none other
than the young French boy whom Hal had rescued from the hands of his
tormentors the night before.

"They told me you came to my aid," he said to Hal, "so I have come to
thank you."

"Who are they?" asked Hal.

"Some of the men. It was true that I was ill last night. Jules Clemenceau
will not forget."