"If we're not all dead," murmured Earl.
Presently, however, the speed slackened and the machine came to a stop. An aviation field with hangars all around appeared some half mile distant.
"Here we are," announced the orderly, stepping from the car.
"How fast were we going there, Leon?" inquired Earl as they hastened to follow their guide.
"Seventy miles an hour," said Leon. "Did you like it?"
"I did not," said Earl warmly. "That's too fast for me."
"Wait until we get into our aeroplane," warned Jacques. "We'll travel a hundred miles an hour easily."
"There are no shell-holes in the air anyway," said Earl. "We can't be wrecked that way as we nearly were back there on the road."
"Don't you believe it," exclaimed Jacques. "When they begin firing at us from the German trenches you'll find there are plenty of shell-holes in the air all right."
"By the way, haven't you any idea where we're going?"