"We're headed for the happy hunting grounds no matter which road we take," mumbled Stubbs.
"Don't croak, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Barring accidents, we'll reach General Petain at Verdun in time to deliver these despatches before it's too late."
"What I don't understand," said Chester, "is why it is necessary to deliver these despatches by courier. What's the matter with the wire?"
"I don't know," said Hal, as he returned the chart to his pocket after a quick scrutiny, "unless there is a leak of some kind."
"Hardly," said Chester.
Hal shrugged his shoulders as he settled his cap more firmly on his head and laid a hand on the wheel.
"You never can tell," he said.
"Well," said Stubbs, "I don't—hey! what're you trying to do, anyhow?"
For the little man again had been hurled violently against Chester as Hal sent the car forward with a lurch. "Trying to leave me behind? What?"
"Can't be done, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester.