Then the big Caudron ran along the ground and came to a full stop.
"Jack!"
"Yes, Tom, I'm here, and mighty glad to see you!" cried the lad who had counted the minutes until his brain seemed to reel with the strain.
"Get aboard in a hurry, Jack. We've no time to waste here."
"I know that even better than you do," returned the other.
There was indeed need of haste. The air service boys could hear voices from where the château was located. Someone had heard the humming of the oncoming airplane. It was Potzfeldt himself, and now he and two of his men came hurrying out on the field, all armed with pistols.
Jack only waited to give the propellers a whirl, and then, as the motor took up its work, he made a leap for his seat. Oh, how good it seemed to be once more in that airplane!
"Stop! Stop!" roared a guttural voice in German. "Stop, or we fire!"
Now the airplane was moving along the ground, bumping and rocking considerably. But Tom knew how to manage, and presently the plane commenced to soar slowly upward.
