“Glad you think so,” answered Hiram, with affected indifference, but he looked both pleased and proud.
“It’s about midnight,” said Dave. “We will turn in soon as we can, fellows. I will take the first watch.”
“Going to stay here until daylight?” inquired Hiram.
“Yes, and for a good breakfast,” replied the young airman. “We need the rest, and there is little likelihood of our enemies catching up with us now.”
“I should say not,” echoed Hiram with a chuckle.
“No, you have spiked their guns for keeps, Dave,” added Elmer.
It was a little later than sunrise when Hiram, on the last watch, woke up his comrades. He had a fire of twigs going.
“Coffee on the boil, fellows,” he announced cheerily; “ham done to a turn, and the bread being a little dry I thought we would have some buttered toast.”
“Hurrah!” shouted the hungry and jubilant Elmer. “I feel as if I could eat a horse.”
“Yes, this brisk Canadian air certainly gives a fellow a great appetite,” declared Dave.