You have seen its exploits." The dark emitted a figure that advanced toward them, and took the shape of a man with black hair, a short close beard and an intelligent face.
He approached John and Lannes and looked at them closely.
"Mr.Scott!" he exclaimed, with eagerness, "I did not know what had become of you.

I was afraid you were lost in one of the battles!" "Why, it's Weber!" said John, "our comrade of the flight in the automobile! And I was afraid that you too, were dead!" The two shook hands with great heartiness and Lannes joined in the reunion.

He too at once liked Weber, who always made the impression of courage and quickness.

He wore a new uniform, olive in color with dark blue threads through it, and it became him, setting off his trim, compact figure.
"How did you get here, Mr.Weber ?" asked John.
"I scarcely know," he replied.

"My duties are to a certain extent those of a messenger, but I was caught in the last battle, wounded slightly, and separated from the main French force.