“I like the scheme!” declared Sim, instantly.
“It sounds good to me!” added Andy.
Tubby, too, may have had an opinion, but he was not given a chance to express it, for just then they arrived at the garage where the big car had been left.
“Don’t lose a second if you can help it, Ralph!” called out Rob.
“You bet I won’t, Rob!” snapped the other, as he made a rush in the quarter where he could see the car standing waiting for them.
“Have the headlights on, too, because we want to make fast time, and can’t take chances of an accident!” called out the scout leader.
“How about us, Rob?” asked Sim.
“You three fellows will have to stay here and wait for us,” came the order, and Sim, knowing that Rob always meant what he said, and was moreover the head of the Eagle Patrol, did not attempt to dispute his word.
They were keenly disappointed, for nothing would have pleased Sim and Andy more than to accompany the others in their mad flight out to the distant farmhouse, some ten miles away, to fetch back the explosives that might yet save the better part of the apparently doomed town.
Again Tubby said nothing. He would have gone had it appeared to be a part of his duty. Tubby was not “hankering” after such a furious race against time. Besides, what would be the need of five trying to do what two could just as well accomplish? Tubby could show a streak of discretion occasionally, it seemed. Then, again, it would be hard to tear away from that scene of tremendous excitement, the like of which none of them had ever seen before.