Henryson nodded sullenly, but his features had been so distorted that none of the men could tell whether he was sneering or not.
At last clothed, and his general appearance made as presentable as possible, Henryson briefly signified that there was nothing to keep him there longer.
"We've just time to catch a train that don't make a stop until it gets a long way from here," Captain Allerson announced. "Come on, stir yourself. And if you try to get away I'll shoot you. As a matter o' fact, I wouldn't be disappointed at havin' the chance."
The odd pair strode out of the hangar and toward the railroad station. The four youths, watching them, saw several members of other crews at different points along the route hesitate, regard the two curiously, seem on the verge of saying something, and then hold their silence as the two passed hurriedly on.
"Well, that being over with, I think I'll go get some arnica for my wrists and knuckles," Andy announced. "I haven't had such violent exercise since I came up with a fresh Fritz in the Argonne."
"Want me to go for you?" asked Fred. "I'd be glad to. Somebody might ask you a lot of questions, you know."
"All right," Andy agreed. "Thanks."
"And we'll replace this brace wire and test out the others while you're gone," Jack supplemented. Then, turning to Andy, "You'd better sit around and rest for awhile It was pretty strenuous."
Fred departed, and the other two set themselves to the task of going over the entire plane. The drug store was a considerable distance away, and they had about completed their work when Fred hove into sight on a dogtrot. They saw him half shout something to a couple of other men as he passed, and they noted too that in so doing he seemed to refer to a folded newspaper which he gripped tightly in one hand.