“Saved my life!” exploded Jack.
De Garros looked concerned.
“Once more pardon, my dear Readee, but you are well in zee head? Zee sun——?”
“No, no, don’t you see?” cried Jack; “those were your bombs that resulted in my being saved from a spy’s death.”
“Sacre! Ees zat possible? And yet it must ’ave been so! Embrace me, my dear Readee, nuzzing I ’ave done ’ave give me so much plaisair as zees.”
Jack had to submit to being hugged by the enthusiastic little aviator to whom, as may be expected, he felt the deepest gratitude.
“And now what are zee plan?” asked de Garros, when his enthusiasm had subsided.
“I want to join my friends in Louvain,” said Jack.
“Nom d’un chien! You are trying to walk zere through zees part of zee country!”
“Why, yes. I——”