“Mon ami, you might as well commit zee suicide. It is swarm wiz German. I hide in zees wood till night when I can travel wizout having zee bullet swarm like zee bee round what you call zee bonnet.”
“Then what am I going to do?” he demanded. “I can’t stay here and I’ve had one experience with the Germans, and I assure you it was quite sufficient to last me for a lifetime.”
“I ’ave zee plan,” said de Garros.
“My aeroplane hold three people.”
“Go on.”
“You shall fly wiz me.”
“To Louvain?”
“If that is possible. If not, to some place where you can communicate wiz your friend. ’Ow you like zat?”
Jack hesitated a moment. He was not a timid lad, nor did he fear ordinary danger. Yet flying above the German troops, between the place where they were talking and Louvain, was a risky business to say the least of it.