The absence of their comrade had been the one bitter drop in their cup of happiness over the beating of the Hun. Half the delight in the victory would be gone unless their loved comrade could share the triumph with them. They could talk of little else all the rest of that day, and many a glance was directed at the fleet of aeroplanes flying overhead. One of these, they knew, was Dick’s, and they were sure that that trusty friend was “on the job.” All that day they kept passing huge piles of war material that had been left behind by the Germans under the terms of armistice. There were guns by the hundred, heavy and light. Most of them were camouflaged with all the colors of the rainbow. This had been unnecessary while the Germans were fighting in entrenched positions, but when the rapid advance of the Allies had forced the Germans to put up their guns hastily in the best positions they could find they had painted them in order to dazzle and bewilder the eyes of their enemies. “All that good paint wasted,” chuckled Billy, as he looked at the grim monsters, silent now, that a little while before had been belching out their messengers of death. There were airplanes too, scores of them, some of them the famous “flying tanks,” so called because they had a metal armor about them to ward off enemy bullets. The Army Boys looked at them with great curiosity and would have liked to stop to examine them at leisure, but had to keep on in the steadily marching ranks. They could look across into Germany now, where on the other side of the river, the German forces were withdrawing. It was a strange sensation to see a German and not snatch up a gun to hurry his movements. While they were pitching camp that night, Billy suddenly nudged Frank, as a man passed them in earnest conversation with one of the officers. “Look at that fellow,” he murmured. Frank looked at the man indicated. “Why it’s the man we saw hanging around Mrs. Edsall’s house!” he remarked with interest. “I wonder what he’s doing here?” “Seems to have the run of the camp all right,” observed Tom with a scowl. “Well, I guess that shows he’s all right,” returned Frank. “You’ve got no cause to kick, Tom, nor Billy either. You know now that he isn’t hanging around the girls.” “No, but it looks as though he were going along with the army to Coblenz,” said Billy uneasily. “And the girls are going to be there soon, eh?” teased Frank. “Gee, but I’m glad that I’m not in love.” “Who said we were?” demanded Tom. “Oh, nobody,” laughed Frank. “I’ve got a pretty good pair of eyes in my head, though.” No news came from Dick that night, although the boys were looking for him to turn up at any moment. Either he had seen nothing of their missing comrade, or his duties had prevented him from joining them. “Never mind,” Frank consoled his comrades, when they were forced to turn in. “Tomorrow’s a new day. My hunch is growing stronger that I was right about poor Bart.”