tured me only yelled when I spoke, and dropped his gun.
"Hey!" he called. "Fellows! Come here! The boches have taken to fighting their women."
"Don't be a fool!" I snapped. "We've taken V, and I must see the commanding officer at once."
"You don't happen to have it in your pocket, lady, have you?" he said. He then turned a light on me and said: "Holy mackerel! It's Miss Lizzie! What's this about V?"
"Miss Carberry has taken V," I said.
"I believe you," was all he said; and we started for headquarters.
I recall distinctly the scene in the general's headquarters when we got there. The general was sitting, and both Charlie Sands and Mr. Burton were there, looking worried and unhappy. At first they did not see me, and I was too much out of breath to speak.
"I have already told you both that I cannot be responsible for three erratic spinsters. They are undoubtedly prisoners if they returned to V."
"Prisoners!" said Charlie Sands. "If they were prisoners would they be signaling from the church tower for help?"
"I have already heard that story. It's ridicu-
