"Don't croak, Mr. Stubbs," said Hal. "Barring accidents, we'll reach
General Petain at Verdun in time to deliver these despatches before it's
too late."
"What I don't understand," said Chester, "is why it is necessary to
deliver these despatches by courier. What's the matter with the wire?"
"I don't know," said Hal, as he returned the chart to his pocket after a
quick scrutiny, "unless there is a leak of some kind."
"Hardly," said Chester.
Hal shrugged his shoulders as he settled his cap more firmly on his head
and laid a hand on the wheel.
"You never can tell," he said.
"Well," said Stubbs, "I don't--hey! what're you trying to do, anyhow?"
For the little man again had been hurled violently against Chester as Hal
sent the car forward with a lurch. "Trying to leave me behind? What?"
"Can't be done, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester.
Mr. Stubbs glared at the lad angrily, but deigned to make no reply. So
the big army automobile continued on its way in silence.
Darkness fell. Hal stopped the car and lighted the lamps.
"Can't take any chances while going at this speed," he said.
Stubbs grinned feebly to himself, seemed as if about to speak, then
thought better of it and remained silent.
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