“Twelve-forty-five.”
“What are your opinions? Are we to try to cross the frontier to-night or not?”
“To-night, by all means to-night!” urged Tynsdale. We were all very much excited, of course.
“Time’s getting short! Wait until to-morrow night!” counseled cautious Kent.
The decision rested with me.
“Time is getting rather short, but we might do it. Question is, can we find cover if we don’t? It must be good, to serve its purpose in the Sperrgebiet. I think we ought to dump everything we can spare, and go forward as fast as possible. We can always alter our minds, until after we get on to the morass.”
“Good!” grunted Tynsdale.
“As you wish,” Kent gave way gracefully.
“Then hurry!” I instructed.