Under the attack of four hungry boys the bread and soup were soon dispatched, and Ned pressed upon their host a piece of money.
"Let's be on our way now," suggested Harry. "I don't believe we need to wait for the officer's return. He and The Rat are probably miles away by this time. Maybe they're in Paris!"
"We'd better head for Paris, too!" advised Jimmie.
"Let's overhaul the Grey Eagle first, and see if it's all there!"
"Come on, fellows, we've paid the landlord, and I'm ready!"
Jimmie raced the short distance to the airship. Followed by his chums, the lad examined closely every part of the machine.
"Hello, what's this?" he cried in a moment. "It looks as if The Rat and the officer left us a farewell note!"
"Not The Rat!" urged Harry. "That's a Boy Scout message!"