where you've been
all this while, and what happened to you!"

"Good water! Good water!" was all the reply that came from poor
Maxwell.

"He's out of his head," said Bob.

"We'd better send a doctor if we can find one, or get him to a
hospital," suggested Roger.

"You go see if you can find any stretcher bearers, or a doctor or
anyone like that," suggested Jimmy to Franz and Iggy. "We'll stay with
him. Or Bob and I will. You'd better go report to the captain where we
are, Roger. He might think we've deserted."

Bob and Jimmy, left with Maxwell, made him as comfortable as they
could, washing his face and giving him more water to drink. But he
answered none of their questions, murmuring only about the cool water.
He was in a delirium of fever.

Of course Jimmy did not ask about the missing money. It would have
been useless at this time. But, naturally, he wondered if the sergeant
knew where it was.

Franz and Iggy came back with a doctor who, after a brief examination,
said the sergeant was suffering from bad treatment and lack of food
and water more than anything else. He did not seem to be wounded, but,
of course, there might be some internal hurt which did not show at the
first examination.

"Hospital's the place for him," decided the doctor. "Ill have him sent
back with the first batch of wounded."

And so poor Maxwell was rescued from the oblivion of "missing," and
again put on his company's rolls. But the mystery about him was not
solved, and over it Jimmy and his chums wondered much.

"Well, things have certainly turned out queerly!" remarked Jimmy, when
he and his chums were back once more in their "holes," eating their
emergency rations, and wondering when the real "chow" would come up.
"To thing of finding Max like that!"

"That place was held by the Germans before we rushed them back,"
declared Bob. "They might have kept him a prisoner."

"That's very possible," admitted Jimmy. "I'd like to know the whole
story, but we'll have to wait."

"And a long time, I'm afraid," added Roger.

"Why, do you think Max will die?" asked Franz.

"No, but this fight has only just started. We've got to go forward,
and land knows when we'll ever get back where we can see Max again."

"Oh, well, it isn't as hopeless as it was at first," remarked Jimmy.
"I'm not worrying about the thousand dollars--only I'd like to know
what he did with it."

As Roger had said, the fighting was not over. Before an order came to