Frisky had seen the attempt of the boys to steal away. He was following the van at top speed. "Come on Frisky! Forgot all about you! Here, take hold of him," directed Alfred, as he handed up the animal. "Where did you get him?" asked the chauffeur. "He's our war relic. Used to live at the wrecked cottage at the turn of the road; you know, the place down below," said Ralph. The chauffeur rushed the van down and out along the road leading to the village. "Which way are you going?" he asked. "Toward the big hill across the river. He came down in that direction," said Alfred. "But you're not going to walk there, are you?" he queried. "Not if we can find any other way," said Alfred. "Then let me advise you; there's a fellow on the side street that leads past the old hotel, who has some bicycles. You might borrow a couple," responded the chauffeur. "The suggestion is a good one; thank you," replied Alfred. They were fortunate in finding the very articles needed. "How much for these two machines for two hours?" asked Ralph. "Six francs; but you must deposit the value of the machines," replied the man. "Then we'll requisition them," said Alfred, drawing the slip out of his pocket and presenting it to the astonished man. He quickly handed back the slip, as he remarked: "You may take the machines." Alfred then handed him the six francs, and the boys, mounting the wheels, were soon rapidly speeding out the same avenue on which they were halted so unceremoniously two days before. Frisky was at their heels, delighted, no doubt, at the outing. The guard line being reached, Alfred drew out the slip, as he remarked: "I suppose we can get through this time?" "Certainly," replied the guard, and then noticing the uniforms they wore, he added: "Who was it that came down a half hour ago?" "Captain Winston," replied Ralph. "We are anxious to know whether he is all right." "I hear he is pretty badly mashed up," remarked the guard as the boys again mounted their wheels. "Take the first road to the right after passing the white cottage," he shouted. The road led down an incline, and they could see the flat country beyond. As they proceeded the road grew worse and worse. The tall trees on both sides of the road had prevented the sun from drying up the way properly, but, probably, that didn't matter much, as it was evident that the horses and few vehicles which passed over it would have kept it in a bad condition at the best. This road, which was between the first and fifth line trenches, had not been repaired since that section was taken from the Germans. They were at this time less than a mile from the first trenches, and, after passing the white house, they turned to the right. "Look at the fellows running across the second field," shouted Ralph. "I suppose there is where he landed."