which seemed filled with canned goods, when some one said:

"There goes Black Jack now!"

The two air service boys looked, and saw, passing along not far
away, a tall man, faultlessly attired, who looked "every inch a
soldier," and whose square jaw was indicative of his fighting
qualities, if the rest of his face had not been.

"Is that General Pershing?" asked Tom, in a low voice of the
non-commissioned officer.

"That's who he is, buddy," was the smiling answer. "The best man in
the world for the job, too. Come on there now, you with the red
hair. This isn't a croquet game. Lay into those cases, and get 'em
off some time before New Year's. We want to have our Christmas
dinner in Berlin, remember!"

"So that's Pershing," commented Jack, as he looked at the American
commander, who, with his staff officers, was on a trip of
inspection. "Well, he suits me all right!"

"The next thing for us to do is to find out if we suit him,"
remarked Tom. "Wonder if he knows we're here?"

"I don't even believe he knows we're alive!" exclaimed Jack, for the
moment taking Tom's joke quite seriously.

As General Pershing passed on, receiving and returning many salutes,
Tom and Jack made their inquiries, learned where they were to