“I presume the French Government will bring in a bill for the door we broke down,” suggested Grace laughingly.
“Trust the French for that. One never has to ask them for a bill. Oh, by the way, Major Colt’s car will be here for you at nine-thirty. He asks me to say to you that he has signed you up for an interesting voyage in the skies.”
“Do you think, sir, that he has flying togs that I could use?”
“That will be provided. You will have a cold sail, but I don’t suppose you will mind that after your months of campaigning.”
“No, sir. How will Miss Briggs ride?”
“In the major’s car with myself and two others. She will ride out to see you make the start. Good-night. Hope you sleep well. The cots are standing up there in the corner.”
Grace and Elfreda made preparations for retiring and were soon in bed and asleep, Grace undisturbed by the noise or the thought of what was to be a thrilling day for her on the morrow.
CHAPTER X
GRACE TAKES THE SKY ROUTE
THE morning was cool and there were wind clouds on the horizon when Grace Harlowe stepped out to take an observation just at daybreak on the following morning. She scanned the sky for some moments, but saw no more carrier pigeons.