"How soon could we talk with him?" asked Tom.

"Talk with him?" asked the surgeon. "Is that necessary? He is
doing very well, and--"

"Tom means ask him some questions," explained Jack. "You see, he
started to tell us about our chum, Harry Leroy, who was out scouting
with him. Harry was shot down, so Du Boise said, but he didn't get
a chance to give any particulars, and we thought--"

"It will be a day or so before he will be able to talk to you," the
surgeon said. "He is very weak, and must not be disturbed."

"Well, may we talk with him just as soon as possible?" eagerly asked
Jack. "We want to find out where it was that Harry went down in his
machine--out of control very likely--and if we get a chance--"

"We'd like to take it out on those that shot him down!" interrupted
Torn. "Du Boise must have noticed the machines that fought him and
Harry, and if we could get any idea of the Boches who were in them--
"

"I see," and the surgeon bowed and smiled approval of their idea.
"You want revenge. I hope you get it. As soon as we think he is
able to talk," and he nodded in the direction of the hospital, "we
will let you see him. Good luck to you, and confusion to the Huns!"

"Gee, but this is tough luck I" murmured Tom, as he and his chum
turned away. "Just as we were getting ready to go back into the
game, too! Had it all fixed up for Harry to fly with us in a sort