"That's a gas gauge or something," said Tom. "Come on now, let's get away from here."
Archer pointed the flashlight and cast a lingering farewell gaze upon a large megaphone. For a brief moment he had wild thoughts of trying to persuade Tom that this would prove a blessing as a hat, shedding the pelting Alsatian rains like a church steeple. But he did not quite dare.
CHAPTER XIV
A RISKY DECISION
"Did you notice that Victrola?" Archer asked fondly.
"Yes, it was busted; did you want that, too?"
"We might have used the arm for a chimney if we were building a fire," Archer ventured.
"We'd look nice crawling through these mountains with a Victrola in our arms. The Fritzies always have a lot of that kind of junk with 'em. They had one on the submarine that picked me up that time."