"Something's up!" decided Jack. "Maybe they've got word from poor
Harry."

"I'm beginning to give him up," said Tom. "If they were going to
let us have any news of him they'd have done it long ago--the
beasts!" and he fairly snarled out the words.

"Still I'm not giving up," returned Jack. "I can't explain why, but
I have a feeling that, some day, we'll see Harry Leroy again."

Tom shook his head.

"I wish I could be as hopeful as you," he said. "Maybe we'll see
him again--or his grave. But I want to say, right now, that if ever
I have a chance at the Hun who shot him down, that Hun Will get no
mercy from me!"

"Same here!" echoed Jack. "But here comes the orderly."

The man entered and handed Jack a slip of paper. It was from the
commander of their squadron, and said, in effect, that though Tom
and Jack were no longer under his orders, having been duly
transferred to another sector, yet he would be obliged if they would
call on him, at his quarters.

"Maybe he has news!" exclaimed Jack, eagerly.

Again Tom shook his head.