"They just went over to the canteen. Rodge wanted to buy some soap to do his family washing with. I told 'em I'd wait here for you." "Let's find 'em. I'm going canteenwards myself to feed. We'll probably meet 'em there." "Now show me," demanded Jimmy, the moment they were out in the company street. Bob took a small flashlight and something else from a trouser's pocket. The "something else" was a half-sheet of paper. Training the flashlight upon it, he read, "'Alice E. Eldridge, 1205 N. Clark St., Chicago, Illinois.' That's a return address. I copied it, then got rid of the papers. Had a great time piecing them together. Regular Chinese puzzle. Now this is what I'm going to do. I've a friend on the _Chicago American_. As soon as I feed, I'm going back to barracks and write to him. I'll send him this address, and ask him to get me all the data he can about the Eldridge family." CHAPTER XX A LEAP IN THE DARK Thursday, the day following the writing and mailing of Bob's letter, brought its own surprises. Came the order that a part of Company E's men, along with a number housed in other barracks, were to be transferred to a camp many miles south of Sterling. This in itself was to be expected. The majority of the men ordered to pack received the command with admirable tranquillity. It threw the four Khaki Boys into panic, however. Not because, with the exception of Jimmy, they were to be among those to go. Even Jimmy was to return. He was to have the proud honor of going along merely to help escort the detachment to their new quarters. What upset the equanimity of the four Brothers was the fact that Bixton was among the number to be transferred. Fate had evidently elected that Bixton should not suffer for his villainy. Corporal Jimmy was divided between pride in the coming detail and discouragement of the defeat of their crusade of Justice. "I'd be all puffed up with pleasure over this trip if it weren't for this business about poor Schnitz," he confided to his bunkies on the Friday night before the start. "I never thought I'd hate to see the last of Bixton," grumbled Bob, "but I certainly do. It puts a crimp in the Slippery Sleuths' Society, all right, all right. Anyhow, Eldridge is left. We may be able to tree him. Keep your eye on Bixton, Blazes, all the way down. You might just happen to stumble upon something." "I would by Jimmy go, the care to him take," broke in Ignace. Up to this point, he had watched his favorite Brother's preparing for sleep in round-eyed, gloomy silence. "You take the good care yoursel', Jimmy," he anxiously enjoined. "You get the hurt never I smile more." "You never smile anyway, you old sobersides." Jimmy flashed him an amused, but affectionate glance. "Don't you worry about me, Iggy, 'cause I'll come back safe and sound. I'm not going across. I'll only be gone four days."