too small. What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes rescues have been made," went on Tom. "They are
even more rare than escapes, but they have been done. I was
thinking that perhaps after Jack and I get in with Pershing's boys
we might be in some big raid on the Hun lines, and then, if we could
get any information as to your brother's whereabouts, we might plan
to rescue him."

"Oh, do you think you could?"

"I certainly can and will try!" exclaimed Tom, earnestly.

"Oh, will you? Oh, I can't thank you enough!" and she clasped his
hand in both hers and Tom blushed deeply.

"Please don't count too much on it," Tom warned Nellie. "It's a
desperate chance at best, but it's the only one I can see that we
can take. First of all, though, we've got to get some word as to
where Harry is."

"How can you do that?"

"Some of the Hun airmen are almost human, that is compared to the
other Boche fighters. They may drop a cap of Harry's or a glove, or
something," and Tom told of the practice in such cases.

"Oh, if they only will!" sighed Nellie. "But it is almost too much
to hope."