“But the bits of the flask that you picked up, didn’t—”
“No, they didn’t,” the Captain laughed “You see I couldn’t identify them as pieces of the same flask which I had seen him hand over so it was no good. No, evidence is evidence and of course rightly so or a good many innocent people would suffer.”
“I guess you’re right about that.”
“And that’s why I want to get that flyer on American soil with the goods actually in his possession.”
It was a long time before Bob got to sleep that night. As he told Jack afterwards he just itched to creep up to the cabin and hear what they were talking about. If he could only learn where they were to send the stuff it would make it so much easier. But he was a good soldier and his commanding officer had ordered not to do it so that settled it.
“I believe he’s making a mistake though,” he thought as he finally drifted off to sleep.
Breakfast was over the next morning almost before the sun was fairly up and then there was nothing to do but wait.
But this time the waiting was of short duration for shortly before eight o’clock Bob’s quick ears caught the sound of the motor.
“Listen,” he said to the Captain who was sitting beside him.
“I don’t hear a thing.”