“Well, I’m evidently not supposed to know anything of this new mystery!”
“Don’t be stuffy! Come on, now. This is serious, Bill, really, I’m not leading you on a wild goose chase, I promise you.”
“Humph! It must be hot stuff—not!”
Dorothy made a face at him. “I want to tell you it’s the hottest stuff of the whole business. And I just want you to be in at the finish, don’t you see, stupid?”
“All right. As you insist—”
“That’s right. Of course I do. And when we’ve done this thing up brown, I’ll cart you back home to dinner—and if you are very good you can sit next to me!”
Bill grinned. “You may be New England Yankee, but that line of blarney you hand out spells Ireland in capital letters! Come on then, we’ll leave Terry to guard the fort.”
After they had put that young man wise to their plans, the two left the Castle. They were both pretty nearly exhausted after their experiences in the tunnel, but the success of their adventure was elating, and more than made up for its bad effects.
“Well, here’s the field just where we left it,” announced Bill as he helped Dorothy over the stone fence. “And there’s that Willy plane of yours, too. Whither away?”
“Hop in and you’ll see.”