"
"By gosh, that's right," cried Doc Simpson.
"And what's more," went on Hatch, "wasn't he serving in the British
Army? What I'd like to know is this: why would England be sending
her wounded soldiers over to America? You can bet your life England
wasn't doing anything like that."
"There's another thing that don't sound just right to me," said
Charlie, his brow furrowed. "He says one night he got lost driving
his ambulance and the first thing he knew he was away behind the
German lines. I may be wrong, but I've always thought both sides
had trenches. What puzzles me is how the dickens he managed to
drive that Ford of his over the German trenches without noticin'
'em,--and back again besides."
"Well," said Doc, desiring to be fair, "it seems to be the habit
of soldiers to lie a little. That's where we get the saying, 'he
lied like a trooper.' I know my Uncle George lied so much about what
he did in the Civil War that he ought to have had twenty pensions
instead of one. Still, there's a big change in Court, as you say,
Charlie. I wonder if Alix is really keen about him. He's up there
all the time, seems to me. Or is she just stringin' him?"
Charlie frowned darkly. "He's a slick one. I--I'd hate to see Alix
fall for him."
The sententious Mr. Hatch: "The smartest women in the world lose
their heads over a feller as soon as they find out he's in poor
health.
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