here a while.
This is our objective, and we've made it."

And then the boys fell out and such a reunion as there was!

The stories were told and retold, and Ned, Bob, and Jerry, after
having been presented to the young ladies, listened to their accounts
of what had happened to them since they were caught in war-torn
Europe.

"And do you think we are safe now?" asked Miss Petersen.

"As safe as in a church," declared Bob. "We've come to stay!"

And so the Americans had. As General Pershing, in his report of the
operations culminating in the last phase of the Meuse-Argonne battles,
said:

"The strategical goal which was our highest hope was gained. We had
cut the enemy's main line of communications, and nothing but surrender
or an armistice could save his army from complete disaster."

And the armistice of November 11, 1918, came, bringing an end to the
war.

And it also brings to an end this story. Not that the fighting was all
over, for there was some after the boys and the professor and his
charges were so happily reunited. But the Motor Boys had no further
part in it. They remained in the village where they had met the little
scientist, as a guard, until the Germans were so far away as to render
them harmless.

"And to think you found the girls all by yourself!" exclaimed Ned, as
they were talking over the events after the first day of the capture
of the French town.

"Well, yes, I did manage to," said the professor, "though I never
expected, when I started out for a butterfly that morning, that I'd
end up with meeting the girls I so much wanted to see."

"But we were glad to see you," said Miss Gibbs.

"Very," echoed Gladys.

Ned, Bob, and Jerry were very curious to know what branch of
scientific study Miss Petersen and Miss Gibbs were interested in, for
they remembered that Nick Schmouder had said that they had left his
father's home to go further into Germany for some sort of scientific
work. It developed, however, that Schmouder, ashamed to confess that,
in his fright, he had abandoned the two girls, had made up the story
to clear himself of the charge of cowardice and neglect.

"Well, I guess it's all over but the shouting," said Bob, at last.
"And now I guess nobody will say anything if I eat."

"We're all with you, Chunky!" cried Ned. "I'm as hungry as--as Bob
Baker!"

But of the "shouting," a little must be told. For when the fighting
was over, and it was certain that Germany could never