Tom entertained high hopes that both of his passengers were going to display extraordinary courage, and give him no cause at all for anxiety.
Jack tried to assist in the operation, but his hands were trembling so with the excitement that Tom pushed him away.
"Leave the job to me, Jack," he told the other. "Too many cooks spoil the broth, you know. I'll make everything secure, depend on it."
"Of course I know you will, Tom," the other hastened to assure him. "Perhaps it is better only one handled the business. And Bessie—"
"Yes, Jack," said the girl, slipping a hand out toward him, which Jack took in his, and pressed reassuringly.
"Don't bother your head for a single minute about me, mind. Ill be all right, and perhaps able to join you again this very night. It's a great lark for me, and I wouldn't miss it for a heap. But oh, if only we could kidnap that big commander, and carry him over to have an interview with General Petain, how proud I'd be!"
Tom smiled on realizing that the same idea had occurred to Jack that had flashed through his own mind.
"Here, take my automatic, Jack," Tom said.
