But the little French girl did not propose to follow it. To do this would almost certainly lose for Danby Force his only chance to save his happy little city from ruin.
No, Petite Jeanne could not do that. But what could she do? Should she start her motor and make a try at escape? To do this she realized would be perilous. The spies might be armed. She could not get away on the instant. They might wreck her plane, or even worse.
“And they’d still have their black bag,” she told herself.
She decided on flight, on foot, alone. Where to? She did not know.
Opening the door of her cabin, without a sound she slipped away into the night.
She had barely rounded the corner of a low shed when she heard a door swing open, and Hugo called:
“Here! Where are you? Is there gas enough?”
“Yes,” Jeanne whispered beneath her breath. “But not for such an evil purpose!
“They’ll be after me with a flashlight,” she told herself, thrown into sudden panic.
The large red barn of the farm loomed before her. Into its inviting darkness she crept.