“I’ll get you one,” he said.
He had darted a quick look at Hayden, Graves noticed, before saying anything.
He saw nothing but suspicion in the faces of the men about him. He surmised that few of them lived there, but were there for a meeting with their chief. Perhaps that might account for their attitude of extreme suspicion, which did not seem justified under the circumstances. Then there was always the possibility that some one of them might know him.
“How long do you think it will be before you get the plane out, Colonel?”
It was Hayden’s deep, rich voice.
“Several days, I imagine,” returned Graves, watching his man narrowly.
“I should think that unless your headquarters were notified where you were⸺”
It was a half question.
“We will wire from Elm Hill tomorrow. If we do not, they will have forty planes out looking for us,” Graves explained.
He caught several meaning looks passing between various of the men at his last statement.