"The best ever!" was the enthusiastic reply. And then Jack, turning
to his chum, said in a low voice, as the Frenchman hurried back to
the cheering throng: "You know what this means for us, of course?"

"Rather guess I do!" was the response. "It means we've got to apply
for a transfer and fight under Pershing!"

"Exactly. Now how are we going to do it?"

"Oh, I fancy it will be all right. Merely a question of detail and
procedure. They can't object to our wanting to fight among our own
countrymen, now that enough of them are over here to make a showing.
I suppose this is the first of the big army that's coming."

"I imagine so," agreed Jack. "Hurray! this is something like.
There's going to be hard fighting. I realize that. But this is the
beginning of the end, as I see it."

"That's what! Now, instead of tinkering over our machines, let's
see the commandant and---"

Jack motioned to his chum to cease talking. Then he pointed up to
the sky. There was a little speck against the blue, a speck that
became larger as the two Americans watched.

"One of our fliers coming bark," remarked Tom in a low voice.

"I hope he brings more good news," returned Jack.

The approaching airman came rapidly nearer, and then the throngs