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"But won by the French chiefly" John could not keep from saying.
"Quite true. Our own army is not large, but it has done as much per
man."
"And the moral support," added John. "The French have felt the presence
of a friend, a friend, too, who in six months will be ten times as
strong as he is now."
"Where is Lannes?" asked Wharton.
"He's got your job, Wharton," replied John with a smile. "He's Envoy
Extraordinary and Bearer of Messages concerning Life and Death between
the armies. As soon as he landed he went directly to the British
commander, and they're now conferring in a tent. That will never happen
to you. You will never be closeted with the leader of a great army."
"I don't know. I may not be able to fly like the Frenchman, but he can't
handle the wireless as I can, and he isn't the chain-lightning chauffeur
that Carstairs is. Please to remember those facts."
"I do. But here comes Lannes, the man of mystery."
Lannes seemed preoccupied, but he greeted Carstairs and Wharton warmly.
"I'm about to take another flight," he said. "No, thank you so much, but
I've time neither to eat nor to drink. I must fly at once, though it's
to be a short flight. Take care of my friend, Monsieur Jean the Scott,
while I'm gone, won't you? Don't let him wander into German hands again,
because I won't have time to go for him once more."
"We won't!" said Carstairs and Wharton with one voice. "Having got him
back we're going to keep him.
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