They had
to take the commanding officer into their confidence, but he offered
no objection to their scheme. They must go alone, however, and
without his official knowledge or sanction, since it was not
strictly a military matter.
And so Tom and Jack were furnished with the best and speediest
machine in their former camp, and one bright day, following a hard
air battle in which the Huns were worsted, they set out to drop the
letters and packages over the prison camp where Harry Leroy was
held.
"Well, how do you feel about it?" asked Jack, as he and his chum
stepped into their trim machine.
"Not at all afraid, if that's what you mean."
"No. And you know I didn't. I mean do you think we'll pull it
off?"
"I have a sneaking suspicion that we shall."
"And so have I. It's a desperate chance, but it may succeed. Only
if it does, and we get Harry's hopes raised for a rescue, how are we
going to pull that off?"
"That's another story," remarked Tom. "Another story."
They mounted into the clear, bright air, and proceeded toward the
German lines. Would they reach their objective, or would they be
shot down, to be either killed or made prisoners themselves? Those
were questions they could not answer. But they hoped for the best.
CHAPTER XV
BADLY HIT
Before undertaking their kindly though dangerous mission, Tom and
Jack had carefully studied it from all angles.
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