But when the crew took up the matter of detail and explanation, so thorough was the review they gave, that the officers ceased to wonder that these agents had been selected and entrusted with so much responsibility.
“This is about the only thing we do not have occasion to handle in this craft,” said Billy, as he swiveled in all directions the machine gun in the bow.
“It’s a handy little barker,” observed one of the officers, who evidently knew all about guns.
Having completed their inspection and notes, a senior officer asked Billy if the crew went with the craft.
“Until it is sold, only,” was Billy’s prompt reply.
“Sorry,” added the officer, “that we can’t have you in the balance.”
“We have traveled with three fighting flags since we have been flying around on this side of the ocean. It keeps us guessing what will be the next.”
Henri was repeating what he had said to the captain just before leaving Dover.
“Have an eye out, or the Germans will get you yet,” smilingly warned the senior officer.
“Who knows?” thought Billy.