“You will have to run this thing,” Chester whispered to Hal.
“Well, it won’t be the first time,” Hal whispered back.
Hal took the aviator’s seat and Chester also took his place. Then the latter whistled to Marquis, who came bounding up and sprang in and sat down calmly between Chester’s feet.
“Surely you are not going to take that dog,” protested the commandant.
“Yes,” said Chester. “He is one of the dispatch dogs taken from the French. We are going to make use of him with a false dispatch.”
“I see,” exclaimed the commandant. “A good idea.”
“Isn’t it?” said Chester.
“All ready?” demanded the commandant of Hal.
“All ready,” was the lad’s reply.