"If I knew what was in here I could probably tell you a whole lot that I don't know at present."
Billy displayed the closely folded packet containing Roque's instructions.
When Henri was advised of the conditions imposed he accepted the trust as a matter of course.
It had never been a habit of the boys to break faith.
[CHAPTER XXI.]
HELD IN WARSAW.
The din of battle had long since ceased to be an inspiration of terror with the Boy Aviators. They were case-hardened by continual contact with the war game, and too careless, perhaps, of flying lead.
Reclining in the trenches, they indulged in all sorts of surmises as to the whereabouts of Roque and Schneider, wagered back and forth, one way and the other, on the proposition of whether the chief would appear in person within the allotted time or put it up to them to interpret the message in Billy's pocket.
With the passing of two days, the hours in the next one seemed to move on leaden wings.
"I don't even know in what direction to look for his coming," complained Henri. "If he is coming," he corrected himself.