Evidently the tone if not the words penetrated the officer's comprehension, for he precipitately retreated to the pavement. He was rescued from complete rout only by the approach of several other officers who came running up at that moment. Jimmie took advantage of the confusion to slip the automatic back into its holster inside his jacket.
"I wonder if these fellows are not the 'Gendarmes' of Paris that we've read about?" queried Harry from his seat in the darkness.
"Possibly they are," replied Ned. "I understand they are very efficient as protectors of the public, too! They look like fine men."
"Aw, shucks!" protested Jimmie. "One of the Broadway Squad could eat a half dozen of these fellows! They don't look like so much!"
"Just the same, let's go easy with them. We'd better not start anything that will result in our getting into trouble of any kind."
"All right, Ned," acquiesced Jimmie. "Just as you say."
"Better throw on a little light and let them see what we look like, they're coming in a bunch!" warned Jack, who had been watching.
With the snap of the switch a flood of light swept over the four boys in the Grey Eagle. It revealed to the approaching officers their visitors seated, and with their right hands raised in salute.
Instantly comprehending the situation, the one who seemed to be in command of the squad smiled at the lads and raised his own hand in return. He seemed immensely relieved when he saw the character of those who had surprised them by the nocturnal visit.
Approaching as near as possible, he spoke politely in French, addressing the group of lads. Ned shook his head and replied: