"I would suggest a good way out of the trouble," said Ralph. "Very well!" he answered. "Suppose you issue us a permit; that will get us there without further trouble," said Ralph. "I have no authority to issue permits," he replied. "Well, then," said Alfred, "suppose you did have the authority to issue them would you give us permission to go on in that case?" "Most assuredly," was the reply. The second section of the train was approaching and the Inspector hurried back. The signal was given and the train commenced to move. "Jump in!" said Ralph. "Just what I was going to do," replied Alfred. "He didn't fill up his blank to make the report. You are all right," continued Alfred, addressing the conductor. The latter smiled at the neat manner in which the boys had handled the situation, and the train crew had a good laugh at the expense of the inspector. Siding 8 was just two miles from the trenches,—that is, from the active zone. All along this section were ditches, like vast drains, which were once occupied by the Germans. Cannon were constantly booming, but so common had such noises become that they ceased to attract the notice of the boys. Soon the great lines of tents and temporary barracks were visible. The most intense activity prevailed in every quarter. The boys left the train as soon as it reached its destination, having in their minds one thing only and that was to get to the front trenches, and, if possible, get in touch with the batteries. They were aware that it was a difficult matter to obtain permission for either of those purposes, but they relied more on the conditions under which they might find themselves, to obtain their ends. Leading from the station was a road which entered a village. One of the trenches not then occupied, but which had been made by the Germans, extended alongside this road directly through the little hamlet. Several stores were in operation, and at one of them were noticed a half dozen civilians, all discussing means to get a glimpse of the operations near the front. "It is no use," said one of them. "They will not grant any permits to go nearer, and I understand that the reason is they are preparing to cut their way through to Bapaume." "That fellow's an American, I'll bet on that." "Talks like it, anyway," responded Alfred. "We may have a chance to help in another artillery battle, if what he says is so," observed Ralph. "Hello! what's this?" continued Ralph, as a black and white terrier approached, wagging its tail. Ralph patted it and looked around expecting to find its owner. "Come on," said Alfred. "We aren't getting anywhere at this rate. We might go through the village and inquire." The terrier followed, every moment or two friskily coming up close and looking up at them wistfully. They discouraged him by paying no attention to his show of friendliness. "It looks as though he had adopted us," said Alfred. "Come here, Frisky; do we suit you?"