Nellie Leroy's joy in the news that her brother was alive was
tempered by the fact that he was a German prisoner.

"But we're going to get him!" declared Tom even though he realized,
as he said it, that it with almost a forlorn hope.

"You are so good," murmured the girl.

Jack and Tom spent a few happy hours in Paris, with Nellie and
Bessie--the last of their leave--and then, bidding the girls and
Mrs. Gleason farewell, they reported back to the American aerodrome,
where the young airmen were cordially welcomed.

There they found much to do, and events followed one another so
rapidly at this stage of the World War that Tom and Jack, after
their return, had little time for anything but flying and teaching
others what they knew of air work. They had no opportunity to do
anything toward the rescue of Harry Leroy; and, indeed, they were at
a loss how to proceed. They were just hoping that something would
transpire to give them a starting point.

"We'll have to leave it to luck for a while," said Torn.

"Or fate," added Jack.

"Well, fate plays no small part in an airman's life," returned Tom.
"While we are no more superstitions than any other soldiers, yet
there are few airmen who do not carry some sort of mascot or
good-luck piece. You know that, Jack."