of a triangle scheme to down the Boches, and they have to go and
plump him off the map. Well, it is tough!"

"Yes, sort of takes the fun out of the good news we heard a while
ago," agreed Jack. "I mean about Pershing's boys getting over here
to France. I hope Harry's only wounded, instead of killed. But if
the Huns have him a prisoner--good-night!"

"There's only one consolation," added Tom. "Their airmen are the
best of the lot Of course that isn't saying much, but they behave a
little more like human beings than the rest of the Boche gang; and
if Harry has fallen a prisoner to them he'll get a bit of decent
treatment, anyhow."

"That's so. We'll hope for that. And now let's go on with what we
started when we saw Du Boise coming back--let's see what chance we
have of being transferred to an All American escadrille."

The boys started across the field again toward the headquarters,
and, nearing it, they saw, in a small motor car, a girl sitting
beside the military driver. She was a pretty girl, and it needed
only one glance to show that she was an American.

"Hello!" exclaimed Tom, with a low whistle. "Look who's here!"

"Do you know her?" asked Jack.

"No. Wish I did, though."

Jack glanced quickly and curiously at his chum.