Florenville

At Mouzon, they crossed the Meuse, and here Coco slept more comfortably than he had for a week, on a sack full of straw at a farm.

After a day's wait for orders, and no meat even here, they set out again, passed through Carrignon, and soon reached the last village in France, Florenville.

"Don't send me any more French money," Coco here wrote to his mother.

"It won't be any use to me now." Poor Coco, how little did he know how soon he was to return.