l be full of scouts. Perhaps it will be
better to do the rest of our traveling at night. We might drop down in a
wood somewhere, and wait for the twilight."

"That's true Philip, but there's one question I'd like to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"Just how do you classify me? I belong to America, which has nothing to
do with your gigantic war, and yet here I am scouting through the air
with you, and exposed to just as much danger as you are."

"I don't think I could have answered that question about classification
yesterday, John, but I can without hesitation today. You're an Ally. And
you're an Ally because you can't help it. Germany represents autocracy
and France democracy. So does England who is going to help us. You've
risked your life over and over again with me, a Frenchman, one who would
look upon the defeat of the German empire as almost the millennium. You
may like the German people, but all your principles, all your
heart-beats are on our side. When we get to some convenient place you'll
write to your uncle and friend at Munich that you've joined England and
France in the fight against German militarism. Oh, you needn't protest!
It's true. I know you. You're quiet and scholarly, but your soul is the
soul of adventure. I've seen how you responded to the thrill of the
Arrow, how you're responding at this very moment I know with absolute
certainty, Monsieur Jean the Scott, that you'll be fighting on the side
of England and France. So you'd better make up your mind to stick to me,
until we reach the French army."

John was silent a moment or two. Then he reached out and grasped Lannes'
free hand.

"I was thinking of doing the things you predict," he said, "and to keep
you from being a false prophet, Phil, old man, I'll do them."

Lannes returned his strong grasp.

"But if the English come into the war on your side," continued John, "I
think I'll join them. Not that I'm overwhelmingly in love with the
English, but they speak our American language, or at least variations of
it. In the heat of battle I might forget the French word for, retreat,
but never the English."

Lannes smiled.

"You won't be running, old fellow," he said. "You're right of course to
join the English since they're close kin to you, but I have a feeling,
John Scott, that you and I will see much of each other before this war
is over."

"It may be so. I'm beginning to think, Phil, that lots of things we
don't dream about happen to us. I cer