Consider their disappointment, then, when it was learned at headquarters that Nikita and his band had been but an hour in this camp, and were already pushing on toward Petrograd.
“Here’s where we stop, according to orders,” regretfully stated Salisky, “and I don’t know for how long, either.”
“Is there no earthly way to get a release?”
Billy was hoping against hope.
“Not unless by new instruction,” responded the scout.
“Do you suppose the ring story would let us out?” asked Henri.
“Don’t believe at all that they would swallow it,” advised Marovitch; “besides, it would probably take a lot of time to hit the trail of the red riders. Too much space out there.”
The speaker referred to the vast and trackless territory at the north.
Their first night in Brest Litovsk was not a happy one to the young aviators. They had set their hearts and minds to the mission of nullifying the vengeful scheme of Hamar, the very knowledge of which spelled guilt to them.
And here all their plans were as naught in the face of inexorable military rule, which held them fast until new commands succeeded the original order.