"
"You mean they camouflaged the ruins, and have put another battery
in the old, chateau?"
"I think so, sir. It wouldn't do any harm to drop a few shells
there. If it's still a ruin the worst will be that we've wasted a
little ammunition and may start the German guns up. And if it is
what we think it is, we may blow up the battery."
The commander thought for a moment.
"I'll try it!" he suddenly said. "It's worth all it will cost."
He called an orderly and issued his instructions. Tom and Jack had
not yet been dismissed, and now the commanding officer turned to
them and said:
"Since you boys were sharp enough to discover this, I'll let you
have a front seat at the show which will start soon. Go up and do
contact work. Let the gunners know when they make a hit."
The air service boys could not have wished for anything better.
"Once more for our bus!" exclaimed Jack delightedly, when they were
outside.
Their Spad had been refilled with gasoline, or "petrol," as it is
called on the other side, and oil had been put in, while the machine
guns had been looked to.
"You seem to have spotted it all right, Tom," went on Jack, just as
they were about to start, for word came that the American batteries
were ready.
"Yes, I was looking down through the glass, and when I saw the old
chateau it struck me that it had suddenly grown a beard. I
remembered it before, as being on a bare hill.
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