Chester did so and together the boys picked the little man up bodily.

“I say!” said Stubbs, sleepily, “let me alone, will you?  I want to sleep a little more.”

“You’ll find an eternal sleep if you don’t get out of here, Stubbs,” said Hal.  “Don’t you know you are in a German tent and that you’ll be shot if you’re found here?”

This awoke Stubbs instantly.  He stood up and rubbed his eyes.

“Great Scott!” he ejaculated.  “How on earth did I go to sleep in a predicament like this?”

“I don’t know how you did it,” returned Hal, “but you did.  Come on, Chester, let’s get out of here while we have a chance.”

He led the way cautiously to the door of the tent and poked his head carefully outside.

“Coast seems to be clear,” he announced.  “Come on and walk quietly.”

The others followed him.

Hal made a direct line for the place where they had hidden the large army aeroplane.  Fortunately, the lad was blessed with an almost uncanny sense of direction and he knew the course he laid out would take them to the hiding spot of the plane as directly as if he could see the huge machine from where he stood.

All was silence in the big camp as the lads walked cautiously along, stopping now and then and straining their ears for a sound that would indicate the presence of a watchful German sentry.  No such sound came and the three had almost reached the outskirts of the camp when Hal, who was leading, stopped and pointed to an object that loomed up large in the darkness a short distance away.

“What is it?” asked Stubbs in a hoarse whisper.

“Looks to me like a place where ammunition might be stored,” said Hal, quietly.  “I shall have a look.”

“Let it alone, Hal,” said Stubbs, anxiously.  “Don’t go fooling around there.  You’re likely to blow us all up.”

“I guess not,” returned Hal, “but I wouldn’t mind blowing all the ammunition up that the place may contain.”

“By Jove!” said Chester.  “A good idea!  I’m with you.”

“Well, I’m not,” declared Stubbs.  “I know where our aeroplane is and that’s where I’m going right this minute.  I don’t know how to fly the thing, and if you fellows go fooling around that ammunition depot I’ll probably have to hunt another pilot; but Anthony Stubbs is not going to be blown up with his eyes open when he can help it.”

“Better wait here, Stubbs,” said Chester.

“Not me,” returned the little man, decisively.  “You’ll find me at the plane when you get there; or if you get there, I should say.”

“But there is nothing sure that the building contains ammunition,” said Hal.  “I just guessed at it, Stubbs.  Come and have a look.”

“Oh, it contains ammunition, all right.”

“How do you know?” demanded Chester.

“Well, if it didn’t you fellows wouldn’t have spied it.  You call it good luck.  I call it hard luck.  I tell you that every time I go any place with you I risk my neck.  Sure the building contains ammunition!  It was put there for the sole purpose of having you blow it up.  That’s the way it looks to me.  But I can see all the fireworks I want to from a distance.  Good-bye.”