John uttered a cry of amazement as he saw the man at the wheel.
It was Weber, the Alsatian, in civilian clothing, his black beard trimmed nicely to a point, his eyes flashing a smile of welcome, as he took off his cap and bowed low to John and Mademoiselle Julie Lannes, but lower to Julie.

John brought his machine down to a slow pace, and there was room for Weber's by their side in the road.
"You never dreamed of being overtaken by me here," said the Alsatian, smiling again, and showing his white teeth.
"No," replied John.

"It never occurred to me that it was you behind us." "After all, I am, I think, your good angel.

In your flight with Mademoiselle Lannes you need advice and guidance, and I can give both." "You do appear at the most opportune times.

It has become a habit for which I am grateful." "It's not chance that I'm here.