The
Hun planes will have their hands full attending to our fighters, and
they may not attack a single plane off by itself. We'll try to draw
them away from you.
"At the same time I might point out that there is nothing sure in
this, and that you may have to fight also," concluded the commanding
officer, as he waved a dismissal.
"Oh, were ready for anything," announced Tom. And as he and Jack
got outside he clapped his chum on the back, crying: "That's the
stuff! Good old C.O. to send us! That's what we've been looking
for! Maybe we'll have time to drop down and shoot some of the Huns
that are guarding Harry."
"No chance of that--forget it now," urged Jack. "We'll clean up
this location trick first, and then think of a plan to get Harry
away. It sounds hard to say it, but it's all we can do. Orders are
orders."
They were glad they had made ready the speedy Spad plane, for it was
in this that they would try to locate the hidden battery, and,
having received detailed instructions from the major in command, the
two lads climbed into their air plane and started off.
The day was clear and bright, just the sort for aeroplane activity;
and it was evident there would be plenty of it, since, even as they
began climbing, Tom and Jack saw planes from their own aerodrome
skirting ahead of and behind them, while, in the distance and over
German-held territory, were Fokkers and Gothas with the iron cross
conspicuously painted on each.
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