“Yep. You’ve got to be a regular three-ring circus acrobat to climb out of a French _lee_ without hurtin’ yourself,” admitted Jimmy as he got a good hold on the side of the bed and pulled himself out. O. D. followed his example, but experienced quite a lot of difficulty in doing so. “I’ll ask madame to fix us up a little _petit dayjunay_ of some kind before we hit the road again. Course a _petit dayjunay_ ain’t any too much in a marchin’ man’s stomach. Means a bowl of _café_ and a slice of bread. We may be lucky to-day and run across a truck-driver who’ll give us a lift. Them kind of guys are mighty scarce in this army. Frenchmen will give you a lift before an American. Unless, of course, he belongs to your division.” While Jimmy was winding his last puttee on, the madame came in the room and asked him if he and his friend would eat. Jimmy told her _oui_ and the woman clattered out to prepare the _café_. “Now what do you think of _café-ooo-lay_, O. D.?” asked Jimmy as he raised his bowl to finish what was left. “_Trey—_” O. D. stammered as if he had forgotten just what he intended to say. “_Trey-beans_, you want to say. That means very good in French,” prompted Jimmy. “Thanks. I’ll get it after a while, I guess. But say, is beans a French word, too?” “No. Don’t believe it is. But sounds enough like French to use it O. K. The Frogs understand it all right. Well, we’ll get strapped up and on the way. Got to try and make the outfit to-day. There’s somethin’ up in our comin’ up here so sudden and we can’t afford to miss anythin’. Got a hunch, O. D., that the Boches is goin’ to get an awful beatin’ up in these parts. Heard Frenchmen say it wasn’t possible to drive the Germans out of the positions they’ve got ’round Verdun and St. Mihiel. Put a bunch of Americans in there. I’ll bet all the pay they owe me, and that’s three months now, that we’ll take Metz. Say, O. D., I ’ain’t got over four francs. How are you set on _frankers_?” “I just got paid a few days ago. Let’s see,” said O. D., counting his money. “Oh, about sixty-five francs. How much do you want?” “I’ll ask madame how much we owe,” answered Jimmy. “_Madame, combien?_” The madame told him to wait a minute. She got an old pencil and a piece of paper and started figuring. “It’s a fact, O. D., these Frogs can’t tell you how much a glass of _van rouge_ costs without workin’ it out on paper. Ain’t it the limit. Look at her now.” Finally the madame reached a conclusion of figures. “_Dix francs_,” she told Jimmy. “That’s ten francs or two dollars,” interpreted Jimmy to O. D. O. D. gave her a ten-franc note without another word. “That’s five francs I owe you, O. D. Keep ’count of that, will you?” “Forget it, Jimmy. What I’ve got is yours. _Compree?_” asked O. D., showing the effect of association with McGee in his language.