They were passed without further question, and found the colonel, ever an early riser, preparing for breakfast. Such was the bulk of the policeman that the boys in line behind him were completely hidden from view.
Opening the envelope, Colonel Malinkoff noted the contents, penciled a few words on the margin, and instantly remarking:
“Request granted forthwith. Orderly,” turning to a soldier in the room, “go with this officer to aviation quarters.”
As Strogoff stepped aside, that the aide might lead, the colonel saw the boys.
“’Pon my word, young men, you are early visitors. What has gone wrong with you?”
Much to the astonishment of the policeman, the colonel extended a welcoming hand to each of the youngsters.
“You know them, colonel?”
“Rather well acquainted,” laughed Malinkoff. “Hope you have not arrested them, officer.”
“Not me,” stoutly declared the sergeant; “I owe them my life. But may I tell about that later, colonel? Time presses.”
Malinkoff waved consent, and a few minutes later Strogoff handed the letter and order to the aviation chief, with the presentation, saying: