This news was related by a young orderly who met them as they entered the Hotel de Ville.They were also told that the commandant was very busy but would try to see them presently.This young Frenchman spoke English perfectly and was much excited by the morning's dispatchesa.
"This means that the war is headed our way at last！"he cried enthusiastically."The Germans will make a dash to capture both Dunkirk and Calais，and already large bodies of reinforcementsb are on the way to defend these cities.""English，or French？"asked Uncle John.
"This is French territory，"was the embarrassed reply，"but we are glad to have our allies，the English，to support us.Their General French is now at Dunkirk，and it is probable the English will join the French and Belgians at that point.""They didn't do much good at Antwerp，it seems，"remarked Ajo.
"Ah，they were naval reserves，monsieur，and not muchcould be expected of them.But do not misunderstand me；I admire the English private—the fighting man—exceedingly.Were the officers as clever as their soldiers are brave，the English would be irresistible."As this seemed a difficult subject to discuss，Uncle John asked the orderly if he knew of a good chauffeur to drive their ambulance—an able，careful man who might be dependedupon in emergencies.
The orderly reflected.
"We have already impressed the best drivers，"he said，"but it may be the general will consent to spare you one of them.Your work is so important that we must take good care of you."But when they were admitted to the general they found him in a more impatient mood than before.He really could not undertake to direct Red Cross workers or advise them.They were needed everywhere；everywhere they would be welcome.And now，he regretted to state that he was very busy；if they had other business with the department，Captain Meroux would act as its representative.
Before accepting this dismissal Uncle John ventured to ask about a chauffeur.Rather brusquelya the general stated that they could ill afford to spare one from the service.A desperate situation now faced the Allies in Flanders.Captain Merouxmust take care of the Americans；doubtless he could find adriver for their ambulance—perhaps a Belgian.
But in the outer office the orderly smiled doubtfully.
A driver？To be sure；but such as he could furnish would not be of the slightest use to them.All the good chauffeurs had been impressed and the general was not disposed to let them have one.
"He mentioned a Belgian，"suggested Uncle John.
"I know；but the Belgians in Calais are all fugitivesa，terror—stricken and unmanned."He grew thoughtful a moment and then continued："My advice would be to take your ship to Dunkirk.It is only a little way，through a good channel，and you will be as safe there as at Calais.For，if Dunkirk falls，Calais will fall with it.From there，moreover，the roads are better to Arras and Peronne，and it is there you stand the best chance of getting a clever Belgian chauffeur.If you wish—"he hesitated，looking at them keenly.
"Well，sir？"
"If you are really anxious to get to the firing lineb and do the most good，Dunkirk is your logical station.If you are merely seeking the notoriety of being charitably inclined，remain here."They left the young man，reflecting upon his advice andgravely considering its value.They next visited one of the hospitals，where an overworked but friendly English surgeon volunteered a similar suggestion.Dunkirk，he declared，would give them better opportunities than Calais.
The remainder of the day they spent in getting whatever news had filtered into the city and vainly seeking a competent man for chauffeur.On the morning of October eleventh they left Calais and proceeded slowly along the buoyed channel that is the only means of approaching the port of Dunkirk by water.The coast line is too shallow to allow ships to enter from theopen sea.
On their arrival at the Flemish city—twelve miles nearer the front than Calais—they found an entirely different atmosphere.No excitement，no terror was visible anywhere.The people quietly pursued their accustomed avocations and the city was as orderly as in normal times.
The town was full of Belgians，however，both soldiersand civilians，while French and British troops were arriving hourly in regiments and battalions.General French，the English commander in chief，had located his headquarters at a prominent hotel，and a brisk and businesslike air pervaded the place，with an entire lack of confusion.Most of the Belgians were reservists who were waiting to secure uniforms and arms.They crowded all the hotels，cafés and inns and seemed as merry and light—hearted as if no news of their king's defeat and precipitate retreat had arrived.Not until questioned would they discuss the war at all，yet every man was on the qui vive，expecting hourly to hear the roar of guns announcing the arrival of the fragment of the Belgian army that had escaped from Antwerp.
To—day the girls came ashore with the men of their party，all three wearing their Red Cross uniforms and caps，and it was almost pathetic to note the deference with which all those warriors—both bronzed and fair—removed their caps until the "angels of mercy"had passed them by.
They made the rounds of the hospitals，which werealready crowded with wounded，and Gys stopped at one long enough to assist the French doctor in a delicate operation.Patsy stood by to watch this surgery，her face white and drawn，for this was her first experience of the sort；but Maud and Beth volunteered their services and were so calm and defta that Doctor Gys was well pleased with them.
