CHAPTER XVII
TOUCH AND GO
The Black Eagle Patrol stared blankly at Nap.
"No train!" S. S. repeated dully.
"Not a sign of one." Nap had an irritating air of being pleased to act as bearer of bad news. "And the only possible automobile road on this side of the hills makes it a six-hour trip. That's why the Seftons started at seven this morning."
"I suppose," suggested Jump, somewhat nettled, "I suppose you are going to say you're Waterlooed."
Nap shook his head with a superior smile.
"If you remember—I mean, if you've ever read about that campaign of Napoleon's when he crossed the Alps—"
"No, I don't remember it and I never read about it," Bi said bluntly, "and I don't expect to read about it, either, unless some teacher makes me; but if you have an idea up your sleeve, shake it out."
"What's the plan, Nap?" Bunny queried patiently.