"Well, we can try," declared Jack, and Tom nodded his head in
agreement.

"Don't count too much on it," added another of their friends.
"Harry may not even be where this note says he is."

"Do you mean that the Germans would say what isn't so?" asked Tom.

"Of course! Naturally!" was the answer. "But even if they did not
in this case, even if they have truly said where Leroy is, he may be
moved at any time--sent to some other prison, or made to work in the
mines or at perhaps something far worse."

Tom and Jack realized that this might be so, and they felt that
there was no easy task ahead of them in trying to rescue their chum
from the hands of the Germans. But they were not youths who gave up
easily.

"May we keep this note?" asked Tom, as he and Jack got ready to
depart. Having fallen on the camp of the escadrille with which they
were formerly quartered, it was, strictly speaking, the property of
the airmen there. But having been told how much the sister of the
prisoner would appreciate it, the commanding officer gave permission
for Tom and Jack to take the glove and note with them.

"Let us know if you rescue him, Comrades!" called the Frenchmen to
the two lads, as they started back for their own camp.

"We will," was the answer.