CHAPTER X. Boy Scouts for Targets.
"Pooh!" scorned Jimmie. "I suppose you think the old gentleman is leader of the Patrol and wrote this note to ask us to come again!"
"Maybe he's asking us to return his lost——. What was it he was looking for and couldn't find?" asked Ned, with twinkling eyes.
"He said he wanted his 'Vosh'!" was Jimmie's brazen reply, for he had now quite recovered from his embarrassment. "I've got a French word that I won't forget in a hurry! Oh, I'm learning!"
"Let's examine that message a little more closely," requested Ned, from his position on the ground beside the machine. "It surely looks like Boy Scout work, but was evidently prepared in a hurry."
"It looks like a leaf from a memorandum book!"
"I believe that's what it is! Where did you find it, Jimmie?"
"Right here, under the spark lever. It was jammed beneath the click. I was just going to throw it away when I saw the marks on it!"
"Look at the signature!" spoke up Harry, peering over Ned's shoulder. "That's English, anyway! Can you read it, Ned?"
"Yes, it says 'Jean Voisin,' just as plain as can be!"