"Certainly," said the scoutmaster. "Report to-night or in the morning. Get your uniforms. Who is your recruit?" Frank was introduced, and the tall Frenchman shook hands with him. "You will be welcome," he said. "My boys are at work, you see. They are serving as messengers. There has been plenty for us to do in these days, too. Pray God there may not be more--and of a less pleasant sort." Frank observed the French scouts with interest. They were in khaki uniforms, with wool stockings, and short trousers that stopped just above the knee, and the soft campaign hats made famous by the pioneer scouts in England. Indeed, they looked like the English and American scouts in many respects. "One moment," said Marron, checked by a sudden thought. "You speak French well?" He asked the question of Frank, who smiled. "Yes, sir," he said, in French. "My mother was French, you see." "That is very good," said the scoutmaster. "Never fear, I shall be able to keep you busy as long as I am here. Soon, I hope, they will let me go to the front, where I should be right now." "I thought you would have gone, sir," said Henri. "They wanted me to stay with my boys at the first," said Marron, with a shrug of his shoulders. "But they can do their work alone now, and there is no fear that they will not do it well." Then Frank and Henri went off, on their way to Henri's house. "So we have come to Amiens after all and we are to join the Boy Scouts, just as we planned that day when I said there would be no war this year!" "Yes--but it's different, isn't it, Henri?" "Yes, and we can be of some real use now." "I am glad that we are here, aren't you? When we get our uniforms and go to work, I shall feel that we are really being used in the war. I--I'm an American, of course, but I've hated the idea that I was so close to this war and wasn't having anything to do with it." "And I--I have been wishing, Frank, that they might have waited until I was old enough to fight for France!" CHAPTER V THE FIRST DUTY Morning brought awakening to the two friends with the sounding of reveille from bugles, seemingly just outside their window. Together they sprang from bed, raced to the window, wide open as it had been all night, and looked out. Not far away, in a small park, one of those for which the city of Amiens is famous, they saw an array of white tents that they had not seen the night before when they had gone to bed. Already the camp was stirring; even as they watched the soldiers were all about. And early as it was, they saw a scout ride up on a bicycle, speak to the sentry who challenged him, and wait. In a moment an officer came out, the scout saluted, and his salute was returned as stiffly and gravely as it had been given. Then the scout handed the officer a letter, saluted again and, receiving permission, turned away and vaulted on his wheel. Henri was vastly excited.