All caught the enthusiasm. The committee leader held up his hand for silence. “Wait! Who will go?” he demanded.
“I can. I will,” replied Jones, boldly. “I was born there. My father was a Frenchman, removed to England because he cherished national aspirations. I will succeed or die there.”
“Where will you get the airplane?”
“I have it here,” said Jones, as simply as if he could produce it from his pocket.
Again the mad clamor burst forth. Jones, as the first airscout to come over, filled all with enthusiasm, and belief in our success.
“And who will go to Lembken as our emissary?” asked the committee leader presently.
“I will,” I answered.
David started toward me. “No! The risk is too great,” he cried. “We need you in the Temple on the appointed day. We need your leadership for the sake of the cause. If Lembken refuses, or tricks you, all will be lost.”
I answered rather sadly. “You forget,” I said, “that I, too, have all I hold dear at stake. For this cause, too, I shall succeed or die.”