Later some other new aviators would report for
instruction on the battle front.
Up and up climbed Tom and Jack, and eagerly they scanned the German
lines for any signs of activity. But though there were some Hun
planes in the air, they did not approach to give battle. Possibly
some other plans were afoot. Afterward Tom and Jack admitted to one
another that there was a great temptation to fly over the German
trenches to try to get a sight of the prison that had been spoken
of--the camp where Harry Leroy might be held.
But to do this would be in direct violation of their orders, and
they dared not take any risks. For to do so might involve not only
themselves in danger, but others as well. And that view of the
matter determined them. They would have to await their opportunity
for rescuing their chum--if it could be accomplished.
Their tour of duty aloft that day was without incident. This is not
an usual condition at times along the long battle front. Men can
not go on fighting without stop, and there come lulls in even the
fiercest battle. Flesh and blood can stand only a certain amount of
torture, and then even the soul rebels.
So Tom and Jack drifted peacefully down to their aerodrome, noting
that it was being newly camouflaged, for the recent rain had played
havoc with some of the concealments.
As far as possible both the Germans and the Allies tried to conceal
the location of their flying camps.
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