It was not
always the same man who followed them or who was seen standing outside
the hotel when they went out and returned. In fact, they were sure
three different individuals had them in charge, so to speak.
The boys were used to active work with their cameras and liked to be in
action, but they waited with as good grace as possible. In fact, there
was nothing else to do. Their moving picture apparatus was sealed and
kept in the Foreign Office, and would not be delivered to them until
their permits came to go to the front. So, liking it or not, the boys
had to submit.
They called several times on the young officer who had treated them so
kindly, to ask whether there were any developments in their case; but
each time they were told, regretfully enough, it seemed, that there was
none.
"But other permits have been longer than yours in coming," said the
officer, with a smile. "You must have a little patience. We are not
quite as rapid as you Americans."
"But we want to get to the war front!" exclaimed Joe. "We want to make
some pictures, and if we have to wait----"
"Possess your souls with patience," advised the officer. "The war is
going to last a long, long time, longer than any of us have any idea of,
I am afraid.
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