At the time, aside from the evidences they saw, Jack and Tom were
not aware of the damage they inflicted, but later they learned it
was considerable and effective. However, they guessed that they had
created enough of a diversion to try now to deliver the packages
containing the letters and other comforts.
Jack swung the machine at a sharp angle over the prison camp, and as
he cleared the barbed wire fence Tom, who had been given charge of
the packets, let one go. It fell just outside the barrier, caused
by some freak of the wind perhaps, and the lad could not keep back a
sigh of dismay. One of the three precious packages had fallen short
of the mark, and would doubtless be picked up by some German guard.
But Tom had the satisfaction of seeing the two other bundles fall
fairly within the prison fence, and there was a rush on the part of
the unfortunate men to pick them up.
"I only hope Harry's there," mused Tom. "That's tough luck to wish
a man, I know," he reflected, "but I mean I hope he gets the letters
and things."
However, he and Jack had done all that lay in their power to make
this possible, and it was now time to get back to their own lines if
they could. The place was getting too dangerous for them.
Swinging about in a big circle, and noting that groups of prisoners
were now gathered about the place where the packets had fallen, Jack
sent the machine toward that part of France where they had spent so
many strenuous days.
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