Then suddenly he remembered his companion, and, parting the wheat, he crawled hastily through into the little amphitheater where he had made her bed. She was still asleep, her head pillowed on the bundle of clothing, one arm above her eyes, shielding them from the light. He sat softly down beside her, his heart very tender. She had been so near exhaustion; he must not awaken her---- A blare of bugles shrilled from the road, and from far off rose a roar of cheering, sweeping nearer and nearer. The girl stirred, turned uneasily, opened her eyes, stared up at him for a moment, and then sat hastily erect. "What is it?" she asked. "The German army is advancing." "Yes--but the cheering?" "I don't know." Side by side, they peered out above the grain. A heavy motor-car was advancing rapidly from the east along the road, the troops drawing aside to let it pass, and cheering--cheering, as though mad. Inside the car were three men, but the one who acknowledged the salutes of the officers as he passed was a tall, slender young fellow in a long, gray coat. His face was radiant, and he saluted and saluted, and once or twice rose to his feet and pointed westward. "The Crown Prince!" said the girl, and watched in heavy silence until the motor passed from sight and the host took up its steady march again. "Ah, well, he at least has realized his ambition--to lead an army against France!" "It seems to be a devoted army," Stewart remarked. "I never heard such cheering." "It is a splendid army," and the girl swept her eyes back and forth over the marching host. "France will have no easy task--but she is fighting for her life, and she will win!" "I hope so," Stewart agreed; but his heart misgave him as he looked at these marching men, sweeping on endlessly, irresistibly, in a torrent which seemed powerful enough to engulf everything in its path. He had never before seen an army, even a small one, and this mighty host unnerved and intimidated him. It was so full of vigor, so self-confident, so evidently certain of victory! It was so sturdy, so erect, so proud! There was about it an electric sense of power; it almost strutted as it marched! "There is one thing certain," he said, at last, "and that is that our adventures are not yet over. With our flight discovered, and Germans in front of us and behind us and probably on either side of us, our position is still decidedly awkward. I suppose their outposts are somewhere ahead." "Yes, I suppose so," she agreed. "Along the Meuse, perhaps." "And I am most awfully hungry. Aren't you?" "Yes, I am." "I have heard that whole wheat makes a delicious breakfast dish," said Stewart, who felt unaccountably down-hearted and was determined not to show it. "Shall we try some?"