Hal shook his head.
"Something wrong with the engine."
"Can you fix it?"
"I haven't been able to determine just what's wrong yet."
Hal worked rapidly; and at last he gave an exclamation of satisfaction.
"Find it?" asked Chester.
"Yes; I'll have it fixed in a quarter of an hour."
"If we're not away from here in five minutes we're likely to be dead,"
said Stubbs, plaintively.
"Don't croak, Stubbs," said Chester. "We've done a good day's work and
you should be proud to have a hand in it."
"Should I?" said Stubbs. "Well, all right, if you say so; but I would be
a whole lot more proud if I could get back and tell somebody about it."
"A man deserves no particular credit for doing his duty," said
Chester, quietly.
"Maybe not," agreed Stubbs. "But I haven't done mine yet."
"Why--"
"My duty," said Stubbs, "is to get back to some place where I can send an
account of this feat to the New York _Gazette_. Believe me, it will be
some scoop."
"Scoop?"
"Yes. I mean no other paper will have the facts as I have them."
"All right, Stubbs," said Chester. "I hope you get your scoop."
"I'm going to get it," said Stubbs, excitedly, "if I have to walk over
the body of the Kaiser himself to do it.
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