CHAPTER XXIII.
THE DASH FOR THE TRAITOR A Little later the hydro-aeroplane returned to Lieutenant Trent's position.
Dave placed in the hands of the lieutenant the field note-book, which had been so carefully kept that any officer could draw a map from it at need.
Lightly the big airship touched the earth just inside Trent's line.

Dave, shaking hands with his temporary commanding officer, added: "Thank you for something I've always wanted---a flight over a real enemy's country." "I've greatly enjoyed having you with me," Lieutenant Bowers responded.
"Trent, you've obliged me hugely by giving me so good an assistant.
Good-bye, fellows." The birdman was again several hundred feet up in the air.
"What kind of a trip was it ?" asked Dalzell.
"It was wonderful," Dave breathed.

"And I've brought back news of great importance!" "Did you get it from Mexico City or Washington ?" Trent broke in.
"Of course not," Dave said, wonderingly.
"Then you've no such news as we can tell you," Danny went on, quickly, sadly.

"Can you guess what it is ?" "Our government isn't going to surrender us to the Huerta forces, is it ?" "Not quite so bad as that," Dan admitted.

"But listen! The governments of Brazil, Argentine and Chili have offered their services in arranging mediation between Washington and Mexico City.