“It is.”
One voice from both Henri and Billy.
“I suppose it will have to be,” sighed Madame Trouville.
“Don’t worry, mother,” Henri meekly submitting to the hair-stroking process, “we’ll never get hurt if we keep off the ground.”
“That’s the way for an aviator to talk.”
The captain’s approval was hearty.
“It’s in the morning, my boys, that the good airship leaves for Dover.”
“And I’ll get a lift, won’t I?”
“You’ll be set down in Dover, Jimmy, as sure as shooting. How about this youngster?” turning to Reddy.
“He has enlisted as guard for mother,” explained Henri. “You can’t tear him away from Paris.”