Pudge had managed to make himself a pretty cozy nest with a couple of blankets, and he put in part of the afternoon "making up for lost sleep," he told them. It was a standard joke with them that the fat chum was always far behind in his customary allotment of sleep; somehow or other he never did seem able to fully catch up.
Billy and Frank often stepped outside and took an observation. This not only included the weather but the conditions existing on the harbor, where there were boats of various descriptions to be seen, for the most part unloading war material sent from Great Britain in spite of Germany's submarine warfare.
"This has been a pretty good day for aërial work, Frank," suggested Billy. "What about the prospects for to-morrow?"
"I think we can count on it holding about as it is for another twenty-four hours," came the answer, "and then a change is about due. It's still cold enough to snow, and I expect we'll meet a lot of snow squalls when we're making that trip up the Belgian coast."
"Do you really believe there'll be that many seaplanes in the bunch--thirty or more, the Major told us?"
"They have planned to make this raid a record breaker, it looks like," said Frank, "and will try to get out every machine they have a pilot for. It's going to be a feather in our caps to be able to say we accompanied them, no matter what amount of damage they manage to inflict on the submarine bases, or railway stations and gas or oil tanks of the German army."
"Well, I think we're in great luck to get the chance to go along, Frank; though, of course, we don't mean to throw a single bomb, or do the least thing to harm the Kaiser's army. As I look at it the main purpose of our being allowed to accompany the squad of raiders is to let them see what cards we're holding in this invention of Dr. Perkins. The French Government officials want to be shown, just as if they were from Missouri."
"They'll see a few things calculated to make them open their eyes, unless I miss my guess," said Frank, with quiet confidence; for he knew what the _Sea Eagle_ type of hydro-aëroplane was capable of doing when properly handled, and only longed for the opportunity of showing those British aviators, some of them well-known air pilots, the crowning triumph of Yankee ingenuity.