“Captain Obray reported this, but I want more of the particulars,” said the major. “It was grand! You are certainly helping us keep up the name of the fighting engineers.”
Partial recognition of what Dave and those under him had done came very shortly afterwards. All were cited for bravery, and those who had not yet received medals did so, much to their satisfaction.
“I knew you fellows would get medals sooner or later,” declared Dave to his chums, as he shook hands with them. “I tell you it takes the Oak Hall boys to cover themselves with glory.”
“Yes, but it was your plan that we followed, Dave,” said Roger. “I don’t believe anybody else would have thought of it.”
After that came two weeks of hard work, in the midst of which another storm descended upon the engineers, making them miserable for a day or two.
“But I don’t care,” announced Dave grimly. “We’re pushing right ahead, and that means a whole lot. Anything to down the Huns!”
The next morning the skies cleared, and then the aviators began to get busy. Dave watched them for a while, for flying always interested him greatly.
“I think if I wasn’t an engineer I would like to be an airman,” he told Roger.
“Exactly my idea, Dave. But we are engineers, and I suppose we’ve got to stick to our jobs until the war is over.”
“I’m making a bet the war will be over by Christmas,” broke in Phil.