“Bidding the Eagles of the West Fly On”
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a deep thunder. “Somebody’s getting peppered up there. Do owls always hoot in graveyards?”
“Just what I was wondering, Lieutenant. It’s a peaceful spot, otherwise. Good-night, boys,” said Hicks kindly, as they left the graves behind them.
They were soon finding their way among shellholes, and jumping trench-tops in the dark,—beginning to feel cheerful at getting back to their chums and their own little group. Hicks broke out and told Claude how he and Dell Able meant to go into business together when they got home; were going to open a garage and automobile-repair shop. Under their talk, in the minds of both, that lonely spot lingered, and the legend: Soldat Inconnu, Mort pour La France.
