just. So he said:

"No, I don't! Sergeant Maxwell has proved himself too many times to be
as straight as a die, to go wrong now. I don't really believe he went
away purposely with my money. He may be wounded, and have wandered
into the German lines. If he did, with that cash on him--good-night
little old five thousand francs!" and Jimmy pretended to kiss them
adieu. "And, fellows, we mustn't forget that he may be lying dead in
some rain-filled shell hole," he went on softly. "We'll just suspend
judgment, that's all. Forget the bad news about Maxwell and remember
the good news about Iggy. And we'll all go to see Ig as soon as we
can."

"You said it!" declared Bob. "I won't forget how it seemed like a bit
of home and heaven to me, Jimmy, when you came to the hospital where
I was. We sure will go cheer up Iggy!"

"He wants to write to his mother the worst way," went on Jimmy. "And
he insists on writing in English. You know how his letters read, but
he simply won't stick to Polish which he can handle all right. It's
got to be English or nothing."

"Did he write?" asked Roger.

"Not while I was there. His wrist is still too sore. But he made me
promise to bring paper, a pen, and everything, when I came again,
and, if he can't write, one of us is to do it for him--but in English,
mind!"

"Well do it!" declared Bob.

It was three days later when they all received permission to go to the
rear and call on Iggy who was still in the hospital, though likely to
be discharged as cured inside of a week. There was still a lull in the
fighting about the sector where our five Brothers, or, rather, four,
were stationed. But there was an indefinite something in the air that
told of fierce battles to come. The Huns had too much at stake to wait
long.

"Ach! So glad it is I am to see you!" voiced Iggy, when the four
were admitted to him. "Dit you paper and pen pring!" he asked Jimmy,
eagerly. "I myself can write to mother now. See, shmine wrist she is
all so K.O. now."

"K.O.?" cried Roger. "What's the commanding officer got to do with
your wrist, Iggy?" For, of course, you know that the commanding
officer in an army is designated as "K.O."

"He means O.K." declared Jimmy. "Got his letters twisted; that's all.
He means his wrist is all right."

"His wrist is all right and his letter will be all write," punned
Roger.

"That will be about all from you!" commented Bob, sternly.

"Yes, Iggy, I've got all the makings for a firs