seen, whipping up his nag, in the endeavor to get back as speedily as
possible to Headquarters.

"Well, of all things, don't this just take the cake?" remarked Andy,
when he and his cousin once more found themselves alone beside the
motionless aeroplane, that nestled like a great bird on the grass close
to the road.

"It certainly looks as though we might be in for a little more
excitement," replied Frank; "but what seemed to make you chuckle so
much, Andy? You must have noticed something that escaped my attention,
because I was busy thinking of other things. Suppose you open up, and
tell me?"

"I was tickled half to death to see how Percy tried to walk, as if
nothing was the matter with him, when all the time he couldn't keep from
limping; because, don't you see, one or several of those bird-shot Felix
scattered around last night, must have stung him about the legs. That's
why he scowled so at me, Frank!"




CHAPTER VII


THE AIR SCOUTS

Frank laughed a little, himself, when he heard his cousin say this.