The tide of war had
turned against Harry Leroy.
So it came about that, some time after he had been posted as missing
and when it was surely thought that he was dead, Harry Leroy was
found to be among the living, though a prisoner.
"This will be great news for his sister!" exclaimed Jack, as the
note dropped by the German airman was read over and over again.
"Yes, she'll be delighted," agreed Tom. "We must hurry back and
tell her."
"And that isn't all," went on Jack. "We must try to figure out a
way to rescue Harry."
"You can't do that," declared a French ace, one with whom the air
service boys had often flown.
"Why not?" asked Tom.
"It's out of the question," was the answer. "There has never been a
rescue yet from behind the German lines. Or, if there has been,
it's like a blue moon."
"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.
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