Moreover, unlike the soldiers, they could do nothing
after dark, during which period many raids were made on both sides. The
moving picture business of taking films depended on daylight for its
success. But when they were not filming peaceful scenes in and about the
trenches the boys were getting views of tanks, of men drilling, of their
games and sports, and now they were to get some pictures of the meals.
As Blake and Joe had remarked, they had neither heard nor seen anything
of Secor or Labenstein since they came from England. The men might have
been arrested, but this was hardly likely.
"Even if they were we wouldn't hear of it," said Blake. "But I hope, if
they are under arrest, they'll hold them until we can tell what we know
of them."
"Same here," agreed Joe. "But I guess we'll never see them again."
Before long, however, his words were recalled to him in a strange manner
and under grim circumstances.
"Well, Buddy, coming to get yours?" called Private Drew, as Blake and
Joe, their cameras over their shoulders, walked toward the cook wagons
from which came fragrant odors.
"Haven't heard any invitations yet," returned Blake, grinning.
"Come in with us!"
"Over this way!"
"Here you are for the big feed!"
The cries came from a number of different groups of Uncle Sam's soldiers
who were fighting in France.
Pages:
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153