"I feel mighty hungry; there's a stall. We might get a bite, and we'll get some information at the same time," said Ralph. They entered the apology called a restaurant, and ordered coffee with rolls and butter. Cold meat was the only other thing available. "Let's have some of that," said Alfred. "Where are the nearest front line trenches?" asked Ralph. "About a mile to the east," said the waiter. "You'll have trouble getting there, since the new orders went into effect." "What new orders?" asked Alfred. "To permit no passes," he replied. "I don't think we need any passes," said Ralph in an undertone. "Do you belong to the army?" asked the waiter. "No; but we expect to," answered Ralph. The meal finished they were about to go, but Frisky danced about them. "Poor fellow! we forgot him," said Alfred, giving the dog some scraps, which he speedily devoured. That meal sealed a bond of friendship, on the part of the dog, at least, and as they marched out the road to the east Frisky followed, dancing about them continually, and exhibiting his pleasure, dog-fashion, in his newly found friends. "Is that a guard line ahead?" observed Ralph, as they approached a shed-like structure, and saw a group of soldiers with guns standing near. "I suppose it is," replied Alfred. "Here is where we make a halt, I suppose." Alfred was right. No one dared cross the line which extended north and south of the structure. It was the dead line, and there was no hope for them, so as there was no use to argue the matter they sadly turned back, retraced their steps through the village and without any prearrangement turned to the right. "We might see something from that hill," said Ralph. "That is just what was in my mind," remarked Alfred. The narrow road was observed winding around the hill and going up diagonally. Half way to the hill, and at a point where there was a perceptible ascent, Frisky ran forward, barking furiously. He stopped at the remains of a ragged fence, beyond which was soon observed the ruins of a low building. "I suppose that is one of the cottages destroyed by the fighting," said Ralph. "Frisky is acting queerly," remarked Alfred. "Let us go over." The animal would run around the ruin, then come back, look up at them, and actually seem to want to talk. "I suppose that is an invitation to follow him," said Ralph. As the boys passed over the fence Frisky showed his pleasure by emitting a series of short, sharp barks, which he kept up continually, running around as though in the greatest excitement. "I wonder what he does that for?" said Alfred. "Come here, Frisky, poor fellow!" said Ralph, as he stooped and fondled the little fellow. Frisky nestled up close and gave a peculiar whine. "I believe that was his home," said Alfred, "and this is his way of telling it. I would like to know what became of the people who lived here." "Come on, Frisky; we'll take care of you," said Ralph, with a hug.