“Because you must be familiar with my views to render the best possible service,” General Pershing went on, “I am inclined to believe that it would be well to have you present at the conference.”
Hal’s heart leaped into his throat with joy. Chester had hard work repressing a wild hurrah. But neither said a word nor moved a facial muscle.
“You will learn at the conference,” said General Pershing, “what I am not at liberty to say now.”
“We know what we shall learn, all right,” said Hal to himself.
“Now,” continued the American commander, “if you will look over the car carefully, I will be with you inside of ten minutes.”
Hal and Chester saluted their commander, wheeled on their heels and marched from the room.
“Hurrah, Hal!” shouted Chester when they were out of earshot of their commander’s office. “What do you think of that?”
“I am afraid it’s too good to be true,” declared Hal. “I’m afraid I shall wake up and find it only a dream. Better pinch me so I know I’m not asleep. Ouch!” he cried, as Chester applied thumb and forefinger to his arm. “I didn’t mean for you to take me literally. Guess I’m awake all right. Now for the car.”
Hal went over the car carefully. It was in perfect shape. The gasoline tank was replenished and Hal gave the car a “drink.” Hardly had he completed his task, when Chester cried:
“Quick, Hal! Here he comes!”