With the uttering of the passwords, there was no further attempt to speak in riddles.
“Which of the boys?”
He of the one arm was closely inspecting the sea-plane company.
The captain nodded toward Henri.
“Your hand, young sir,” said he with only one to offer. “I knew your father before you, and of that I am proud.”
Henri was beginning to believe that a Trouville could not be lost in France.
“Come into the boat,” urged this new found friend.
“But there are three more to go,” stated Henri.
“Ah, I see, you have attendants?”
“Not that, my dear sir; we are all of one rank, and we move on the same spring.”