to disrupt the aims of the Allies."

"Then you had better tell General Petain about it," declared Hal.

"I suppose I should," said Stubbs, as he drew out his pipe and proceeded
to fill it.

He was quiet a moment as he ran his fingers in his vest pocket,
seeking a match.

"Say, I'm a good one, ain't I?" he demanded, forgetting his grammar
absolutely.

"What's the matter now?" asked Hal.

"Matter is that I can never keep a match. Have you got one?"

"Fortunately for you, I have," said Chester. "I don't carry them, as a
rule, having no use for them, but I chanced to find a box of safety
matches to-day."

He reached in his pocket and produced the box; and as he did so the
little black pea rolled from his pocket. It rolled toward Stubbs and the
little man caught it. He would have returned it to Chester, but as he
started to do so he took a close look at it. He gave a sudden start and
the box of matches Chester had extended to him dropped to the floor even
as his fingers would have closed on it.

"H-m-m-m," he muttered to himself. "I wonder. I suppose it would be a
great thing. I wonder."