"Yes, it is a bit like old times," agreed Tom. "We've had
some great old experiences together, Ned, haven't we?"

"We surely have! I wonder if we'll have any more? When we
were in the submarine, and in your big airship Say, that big
one is the one I always liked! I like big things."

"Do you?" asked Tom. "Well, maybe, when I get--"

But Tom did not finish, for the Hawk unexpectedly poked
her nose into an empty pocket in the air just then, and
needed a firm hand on the controls. Furthermore, Tom decided
against making the confidence that was on the tip of his
tongue.

At last the aircraft was straightened out and the pilot
guided her on toward the army encampment.

"That's the place I'd like to be," called Ned through the
tube as the faint, sweet notes of a bugle floated up from
the parade ground.

"Yes, it would be great," admitted Tom. "But there are
other things to do for Uncle Sam besides wearing khaki."

"Tom's up to some game," mused Ned. "I mustn't judge him
too hastily, or I might make a mistake. And Mary mustn't,
either. I'll tell her so."

For Mary Nestor had spoken to Ned concerning Tom, and the