That was the finishing stroke. Josh had been hesitating, wondering whether he ought to make a suggestion that, springing from his generous heart, was already trembling on his lips.
“Rod!” he exclaimed, with boyish animation.
“Yes, what is it, Josh?” asked the other, encouragingly, for just then the child had shot him a roguish, pathetic glance that went straight to his heart.
“Why, I was going to say we’ve managed to carry out a lot of things before now that looked as hopeless as searching for a needle in a haystack. Rod, we might stand a chance of finding this same Andre, if you thought it was up to us to deliver the goods!”
Hanky Panky uttered a snort as he expressed his opinion.
“I move we undertake the mission,” he remarked eagerly; “I’d never sleep decent again if we left this poor little woman in the lurch after she’d told us her story. Rod, shut your eyes and make it unanimous! The Motorcycle Boys in the saddle again!”
CHAPTER II.
A CHANGE OF PLANS.
Rod’s hesitation was of brief duration. He saw that both his comrades were fairly wild to go. Josh in particular seemed to look upon this chance to see some more of the fighting taking place between the hostile armies as arranged especially to suit his fancy.
“All right, then,” said Rod finally, “let’s see what’s to be done. If she can put certain facts in our possession, so that we’d stand a chance of finding Andre in the army of General Joffre, we might undertake the task. It’d be hard to refuse, with that little darling of a girl in such great need.”