You have America in your blood."
"Yes," laughed Frank. "France is beautiful and great, but America
is to me above all."
"I should think less of you if it were not so," answered Colonel
Pavet. "_Au revoir,_ then. Remember me to Madame Sheldon when
you write."
With a cordial handshake they parted. The colonel vaulted into the
saddle of his horse which an orderly was holding at the door, and
Frank returned to his comrades, who he found busily preparing to
return to Coblenz, in accordance with an order that had just come
from the lieutenant.
"Why we've just got here!" objected Frank, when he heard the news.
"And now we're going back!"
"It's this way," explained Tom. "The lieutenant is anxious to get
those prisoners off his hands and safe in jail at Coblenz. It
seems that he pumped a lot of information out of one of the
fellows who gave away his comrades, and he wants headquarters to
go into the matter at once. We've been chosen among others to
guard the prisoners because we took them and we may be wanted as
witnesses. So back we go, and I'm glad of it."
"Same here," echoed Billy.
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