"Must be going to make a raid," observed Jack.
"Something like that--yes," assented Tom.
"Hope we're in on it, and the commanding officer doesn't have us
take some huns up to show 'em what makes the wheels go around," went
on Jack. "Of course that's part of the game, but we've done our
share."
However, they need have felt no fear, for when they stood before the
commanding officer, saluting, they quickly learned that they were to
go on a special mission that day--in fact as soon as they could get
ready.
"I want you two to see if you can discover a battery of small guns
that have been playing havoc with our men," he said, as he looked up
from a table covered with maps. "They're located somewhere along
this front, but they're so well camouflaged that no one has yet been
able to discover them.
"I want you boys to see if you can turn the trick. The guns have
killed a lot of our men, as well as the French and English. We've
tried to rush the emplacement, but we can't get a line on where it
is for it's well hidden. I asked permission of the British
commanding general to send up two American scouts, and he mentioned
you boys. Get your orders from the major, and good luck to you."
"Do you want us to go together or separately?" asked Tom.
"Together--in a double plane. I might say that we are going to try
a raid on a big scale over the enemy's lines, and you two will thus
have a better chance to carry out your observations unmolested.
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