They went on reading absorbedly,
only the crackling of the paper as they turned a page breaking the deep
stillness of the room.
It was Betty who finally relieved the tension.
"If that doesn't sound just like Roy," she said, and they looked up
expectantly, relieved at the naturalness of her tone. "Allen says that
he--Roy, that is--was very much impressed with his first sight of a
camouflaged ship. Said he had devised a fine scheme of killing off the
German army in a hurry. He'd disguise himself as a piece of Limburger
cheese, and when the Huns came running to him, he'd simply give them a
gentle little tap on the head."
"Humph," snorted Mollie contemptuously, "how long do you suppose he'd be
able to keep that up?"
"He says they'd never suspect the truth," Betty chuckled. "They'd simply
think it was a particularly husky piece of cheese!"
CHAPTER XXIII
THE MIRACLE
It was only a few days later that the wonderful, the incredible thing
happened!
The girls were returning from a rather hurried excursion to a near-by town
when they came face to face with the motorcyclist. His motor had evidently
stalled, and he was standing in the middle of the road tinkering with it.
Paralyzed by the suddenness of the thing, the girls just stood still and
stared until the man, evidently feeling their eyes upon him, turned slowly
about and faced them.
He seemed to recognize them immediately, for his first look of
bewilderment was followed quickly by one of fear, and with an abrupt
motion he turned back to his machine.
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