"Take one of the vans, and present the order at the village," said the commandant. "This will give you permission to requisition any conveyance."
The boys fairly flew out of the commandant's office. They sprang into the first motor van which was rounding the corner, Ralph holding up the slip with the red gun on the corner. The man in charge nodded his head in reply.
"Hot work," he remarked. "Any news up there?" he asked.
"Nothing in particular," said Alfred. "We saw one of our machines go down, and are going over to see if he is all right."
"Good luck to you. Hope he is all right."
"Well, that beats me," shouted one of the helpers, seated on the rear end of the van.
"What's that?" questioned Ralph.
"Look at the pup!" replied the man.
"Say, Mister, hold up until I get the dog," cried Alfred.
Frisky had seen the attempt of the boys to steal away. He was following the van at top speed.