Go ahead.
How's the visibility?"
"Low. We won't have to go up to-day, unless it clears."
"Um. And I was counting on getting a few Huns right after
breakfast. Well, what's your think about, if you really were
indulging in that expensive pastime?"
"I was," said Tom, and he got up and also proceeded to put on his
clothes. "I was thinking about Harry."
"Oh!" and Jack's voice was decidedly different. It had lost all its
flippant tone. "Say, he certainly is in tough luck. I wish we
could do something for him--and his sister. Doubtless you were
thinking of her, too," and a little smile curled his lips.
"Yes, I was thinking of Nellie," conceded Tom, and he was so bold
and frank about it that Jack choked back the joke that he was about
to make. "I was thinking that we haven't done very much to redeem
our promise."
"But how can we?" asked Jack. "We haven't had a chance to do
anything to rescue Harry. Of course I want to do that as much as
you do, but how is it to be done? Can you answer me that?"
"We can't do it by just talking," said Tom. "That's what I've been
thinking about. A scheme came to me in the night, and I've been
waiting to tell you about it."
"Shoot then, my pickled blunderbuss," returned Jack. "I'm with you
to the last drop of petrol."
"Well, I don't know that it's so much," said Tom. "It's only that
we ought to get word to Harry, somehow, that we're thinking of him
and trying to plan some way of rescuing him.
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