Leaving the front a sufficient time before dawn Major Wells and his subordinates went back to the fifth line trench.
After breakfasting, they retired to bunks that had been bedded in advance of their coming, and slept until late in the afternoon.
"There is one thing I like about the French trenches," declared Greg Holmes, with enthusiasm, as soldiers entered with the beginnings of a meal.
"And what is that ?" inquired Captain Ribaut eagerly.
"The smell of the coffee when it comes in," grinned Greg.
"To-day's sleep, and the meals, I have found to be of the best," said Captain Dick quietly, as he sat down to eat.

"I am still more interested in the hope that to-night in the fire trenches will be more exciting than last night." "Perhaps it will be," suggested Captain Ribaut, "for I have received word that patrols will be sent out into No Man's Land to-night, and it has been suggested to me that one American officer should go with the patrol.

Which one of you shall it be ?" "I know that Captain Prescott wants to go," said Major Wells, as he noted Dick's start of pleasure.

"Therefore, Captain Ribaut, suppose you send him with the patrol." "Thank you, sir," came Dick's quick assent.

"Nothing could please me more.