“They are not very good marksmen, are they?” said Hal, with a slight grin.
“Doesn’t look that way,” returned Chester. “However, maybe those fellows are not the best specimens.”
“Maybe not,” replied Hal.
“What next?” asked Chester, after a slight pause.
“Guess we might as well go on,” replied Hal. “There may be some more of those German machines flying after us, so I guess it behooves us to get away from here as soon as possible.”
“I guess you are right,” Chester acquiesced.
Once more the aëroplane straightened itself out on its course and, flying high–absolutely hidden from the ground by a dense mass of black clouds that seemed to spring up as if by magic–sped on.
Hal, with firm hands on the wheel, kept his gaze directly ahead. Chester settled himself comfortably in his seat again, and Marquis, after sniffing about for several moments, finally composed himself to sleep.
In spite of the fact that he was flying far above ground, the dog had not shown a sign of nervousness or fright. Evidently he had no fear. Possibly through his head flashed the thought that if these young boys who were caring for him had saved him once, it was no more than they would do again.