“I don’t believe there’s a single shortage there,” exclaimed Henri—“why, yes, there is, too, come to think twice—Stanny’s belt.”
“Not so much of a fracture there, after all,” said the Bangor boy—“only delayed delivery. We couldn’t help that.”
“Let’s call the past a fairly clean slate, then,” conceded Henri. “Faces to the front, old pard; we’re not through yet!”
The boy was right; there were still strenuous days in the mist-veiled future, and in territory all unknown to them.
A message to Port Said was in the making, and no wires to convey it; what next to the electric flash for lightning speed? The aeroplane!
The call was sudden, but no less prompt the response.
Billy Barry and Henri Trouville saluted a pair of shoulder straps, received the word to go—and, forthwith, went!
Their flight carries them into the continuing record of adventure: “Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Turkey; or, Bringing the Light to Yusef.”
THE END.