"And are there anti-aircraft guns in the camp ?" Tom asked.
"In the troop camp, so I have heard, but I have not seen them," answered Papa Prim.
Removing his steel helmet and taking it in his left hand, Dick bent over, seizing Papa Prim's hand.
"Good-bye for a little while, monsieur," he said earnestly.

"We go away with hearts full of gratitude to your own fine, loyal heart.

May you prosper and be happy, with your children safely returned from Germany.

May all good things in life be with you.
Our thanks will always be with you, and our thoughts often of you, monsieur." Tom Reade took leave of Papa Prim in equally hearty and grateful words.
The two Americans watched the slim, bent old figure plodding homeward.
After looking the ground over critically, they stole forward on their way.
"I didn't want him to see what disagreeable business we may have on our hands within a few minutes," Dick whispered.

"But see here, Tom, I've just remembered that you didn't pay Papa Prim for all his trouble, as you had planned." "Didn't I ?" Reade chuckled.