"I reckon Chase is right," he replied.
Full of the ardor of youth and possessing in addition an adventurous spirit, the aviator's son, considerably disappointed, argued, pleaded and protested, and it is very probable that but for Chase Manning Dunstan would have willingly acceded to his wishes.
At length the youngest ambulancier, philosophically resigning himself to defeat, declared:
"Boys, I won't rest until I find out what it all means."
"Then I think you'll have to go without rest for a mighty long time," quoth Chase.
Long and earnestly the three stared toward the château, expecting and hoping to see a repetition of the light.
All the windows, however, remained but blank, gloomy patches of dark.
"Too little of this sort of thing is more than enough," declared Chase, presently. "It may take a German marmite or two to drive you chaps away, but not yours truly. En avant! Allons! Skip!"
"All right, mon generale," laughed Don. "Good-bye, old château!" He bowed and waved his hand toward the building. "When shall we four meet again?"
"I wonder!" said Dunstan, meditatively.