plan. The truth is, it was destined to play an important part in shaping
their future.

* * * * *

"He's here! She's--it's here!"

Bruce burst into the office all excitement and half out of breath.

"Who's he, she, it?" grinned Barney, slipping his pen behind his ear.

"The Major and the airplane! And the plane's a hummer!"

It was Barney's turn to get excited now. He jumped from his stool so
suddenly that his pen went clattering.

"Let's have a look at her." He grabbed his cap and dashed out, Bruce at
his heels.

Some Greek freight handlers were unloading the car when they reached
the track. The work was being done under the direction of a rather tall
man, erect and dignified. He, the boys felt sure, was the Major. His
face bore some peculiar scars, not deep but wide, and as he walked he
limped slightly.

"Might be he's lost some toes," muttered Barney. "Had a cousin who limped
that way."

"The machine's a Handley-Page bombing plane, made over for some purpose
or other," said Bruce, with a keen eye for every detail. "That's the