"We'll try it, then," Reade decided, after glancing at Prescott, who nodded.
"And may you succeed!" cried the old peasant fervently. "And may you both come safely through the war, and have the good fortune to slay Huns and Huns and Huns!"
"Promise me, my good old friend, to use your axe only for chopping wood," Dick urged,
"And I will promise to think of you whenever I have the chance to destroy a Hun."
"It is a bargain, then!" cried their host.
"It will be kept, on my side," Dick rejoined gravely.
"And on mine, too," agreed the old man.
It was quiet abroad when the three stealthily left the house. The Americans had wished to leave a word of cheer with the peasant's wife, but she had fallen asleep and they would not disturb her.
Through a wood and across fields their guide led the young Americans until they neared the spot they sought.
"From here on one will have to be cautious," suggested the Frenchman. "You are about to cross a road, and then, on the other side, one comes to the aviation station."