off like this. But then, the walking isn't so very bad, you may have noticed, and if it comes to the worst we might depend on Shank's mare to take us along."
"But Tom, we've got our duffle with us!" expostulated the other, in sheer dismay. "I wouldn't mind walking to the camp; but I'd hate to see myself loaded down with all that stuff. We'd look like gypsies on the tramp!"
"I've got an idea that may help us out, and land us where we want to fetch up, sooner or later."
"Blurt her out! I know I'm tired of this!"
"There's the main road over there," Tom remarked, pointing as he spoke; "and all the while we've been resting here I've watched streams of vehicles of every description passing toward the front or to the rear, as well as detachments of soldiers in uniform on their way to the front."
"Besides ambulances and motor lorries loaded with wounded Frenchman!" added his chum. "And munitions and supplies! There have been a number of field batteries heading toward the fighting line. And, look! There goes an armored tank with its British crew, rolling steadily along, just as if it were an ordinary farm tractor engaged in pulling a series of plows after it."
