After some
questioning he turned to Hal with a smile.
"I guess it's all right now," he said.
"What are you trying to do?" asked Chester.
"You'll see," said Hal.
He turned to the telephone.
"I wish to speak with General Gallieni," he said. "Tell him it is the
party he is expecting to-night at nine. All right." He was silent a
moment, then spoke again: "General Gallieni?"
"Yes," came the reply over the wire.
"This is Lieutenant Paine, whom you are depending on for to-night. We are
prisoners in room number 257," and Hal gave the name of the hotel.
"What!" came the surprised reply. "By whom are you being held?"
"By our uncle. Cannot you send a detachment of soldiers with orders to
take us before you at once?"
Hal heard a slight chuckle wafted over the wire.
"It shall be done," came the reply, and the military governor of
Paris rang off.
Hal turned to Chester with a smile.
"I guess that will fix it," he said.
"Well, I should say so," said Chester. "But what will Uncle John and our
mothers think when we are dragged away, apparently as prisoners?"
"I don't know what they'll think," said Hal, "but we are in honor
bound to see this thing through, and we must not let sentiment stand
in the way.
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