“Hello!” he called.
“Who is it?” asked a voice he recognized as belonging to the Major.
“Frank Chester; is that you, Major Nixon?”
“If you mean M’sieu Le Grande, yes. He’s here with us, waiting for the time to come when we make the start.”
“Well, it is here. I have called you up to tell you, Frank.”
“Have you received a message by wireless from across the Channel, sir?”
“We have,” replied the Major. “It told us that the fleet had started from Dover cliffs, and would be across in less than half an hour, if all went well.”
“Good news! You make us happy when you say that. Shall we get out at once and be ready to join them when they show up?”
“Lose no time, for they may be here sooner than expected; and again the best of luck go with you, Frank, my boy. May you and your chums return in safety, and your passenger bring back a glowing report. That’s all; now get busy!”