ing civilian
costumes?"

"I don't know. Guess it wouldn't do any harm, though. The more clothes
the better. We may need a change of costume most any time."

"All right. We'll load up, if we can find what we want."

"I guess there won't be any trouble about that."

The lad was right. Soon they had a large army plane at their disposal and
had stocked it with all they thought they would need in the way of
clothing and food. Then they returned to their own quarters. Hal glanced
at his watch.

"Only five o'clock," he said. "We've a good three hours yet. We
don't want to go up until well after dark. Let's go out and have a
look around."

Chester was agreeable and they made their way from the tent. They had
walked about for probably an hour, when suddenly Hal took Chester by the
coat sleeve.

"Look there!" he exclaimed.

Chester looked; and there, perhaps fifty yards away, was Anthony Stubbs,
slinking along, now and then casting an eye at Hal and Chester.

"He's seen us," said Chester. "Let's have a little talk with him. Maybe
we can have some fun."

It was the first time they had seen the little war correspondent since
the talk in General Petain's tent more than two months before.

"Come on, then," said Hal.

They increased their stride; but Stubbs, with a quick glance over his
shoulder, observed this and also increased his pace.

"He doesn't want to see us, Hal," said Chester, with a grin.

"I see he doesn't," Hal grinned back. "Well, we want to see him." He
raised his voice in a shout "Hey, there, Stubbs!"

The little man glanced quickly back over his shoulder. Then, seeing that
Hal and Chester were gaining on him, he broke into a run.

"After him, Hal!" cried Chester, and also broke into a run.

Hal followed suit.

Around turn after turn they darted after the little man, who was making
the best time his short legs would permit. At a word from Hal, Chester
slowed down, for they didn't want to catch Stubbs too easily.

"Let him run himself out," Hal said.

And that was what the little man was doing. His tongue was literally
hanging out as Hal and Chester continued to gain slowly. He was puffing
like a locomotive and his arms were working like pistons. Once or twice
he staggered and it seemed to him that he could not run another step. But
he set his teeth and plodded on.

"I've got to get away," he told himself. "There is no knowing what these
young ruffians will do to me."

In vain he tried to in