slight bullet wound in one side from a missile sent by one of the
attacking planes. But the hurt was only a flesh wound; though, had
it gone an inch to one side, it would have ended Jack's fighting
days.

Hearty and enthusiastic were the congratulations that greeted the
exploit of Torn in finding the German machine gun nest that had been
such a menace, nor were the thanks to Jack any less warm, for
without his help Tom could never have maintained his position, and
sent back corrections to the battery which brought about the desired
result.

"It is a glorious end to your stay with us," said the commander,
with shining eyes, as he congratulated them.

There was a little impromptu banquet in the quarters that night, and
Tom and Jack were bidden God-speed to their new quarters.

"There's only one thing I want to say!" said Jack quietly, as he
rose in response to a demand that he talk.

"Let us hear it, my slice of bacon!" called a jolly ace.

"It's this," went on Jack. "That I hereby resolve that if we--I
mean Tom and I--can't rescue our comrade, Harry Leroy, from the
Huns--provided he's alive--that we'll take a toll of five Germans
for him--or as many, up to that number, as we can shoot down before
they get us. Five German fliers is the price of Harry Leroy, who
was worth a hundred of them!"