It was His Lordship, dead to the world, snoring, with wide-open mouth.
"The sergeant was right," said Hal. "His Lordship can sleep anywhere."
Almost at this moment there came a warning from without.
"Germans approaching in force, sir," cried the sergeant, poking his head
in the door.
And at that moment there came a clattering of horses' hoofs, and a moment
later a French officer entered the room.
"General Joffre orders you to fall back, sir!" he said.
CHAPTER XVII.
A FIGHT FOR A BED.
With a word to the sergeant to order an immediate retreat, Hal crossed
the room and shook His Lordship roughly.
"Get up!" he shouted.
His Lordship opened one eye sleepily.
"What's that?" he demanded.
"Get up!" repeated Hal.
"Not on your life," said His Lordship slowly, and closed his eyes again.
"Quick!" shouted Hal. "We must retreat! A whole German regiment is about
to attack us."
"All right," came the reply, and His Lordship did not take the trouble to
open his eyes.
Once more the lad shook him roughly, and Chester added his voice.
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