“Didn’t you have a blooming thing?”
“Surely,” Jim replied gravely. “My fists and an electric light flash.”
“Come along in—I want the rest of the story,” the officer chuckled.
“And, like the little boy by the cookie jar, you won’t be happy until you get it,” said Bob. Just then a pair of orderlies appeared with a stretcher, the pilot was carefully lifted out and taken off toward the doctor’s home.
“I shall send congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Austin on the splendid conduct of their sons—” Dr. Manwell began, but Jim cut him short.
“When Dad hears of Donald’s trick with his watch, sir, he will keep the wires buzzing congratulating you and Mrs. Manwell. We were over four minutes late—” Jim said.
Bob laughed and changed the subject abruptly.
“I say, I’m as hungry as a flock of lions. When do we eat?” he demanded, and the party started quickly for the house and the larder, lest the young fellow devour them all then and there.