Another man in civilian clothes hurried away and Tom thought he might be going to the dock.

It seemed to him that his rather doubtful ability to find a needle in a haystack had not made much of an impression upon these officials, and he wondered ruefully what Mr.Conne thought.

He saw that his arrival with the papers had produced an enlivening effect among the officials, but it seemed that he himself was not taken very seriously.

Well, in any event, he had made the trip, he had beaten the ship, delivered the message to Garcia.
"I got to go down and turn my grease cup before I forget it," he said, as they came out on the little stone portico again.
Several soldiers who were soon to see more harrowing sights than a bunged-up motorcycle, were gathered about _Uncle Sam_, gaping at him and commenting upon his disfigurements.

Big U.S.A.auto trucks were passing by.