The aeroplanes and balloons
needed large buildings to house them, and such structures made
excellent and, of course, fair war-marks for bombing parties in
aeroplanes hovering aloft. So it was the custom to put up trees and
bushes or to stretch canvas over the aerodromes and paint it to
resemble woods and fields in an effort to conceal, or camouflage,
the depots where the airships were stationed. But this work was
done by a special detail of men, and with it Tom and Jack had
nothing to do.
They turned their machines over to the mechanics, who would go
carefully over them and have the craft in readiness for the next
flight. Then, being free for several hours, the two young airmen
could do as they pleased, within certain limits.
"Well, did anything occur to you?" asked Jack, as he and Tom, having
divested themselves of their heavy fur-lined garments, went to the
mess hall, which was in an old stable, from which the horses had
long since been removed.
"You mean a plan to rescue Harry?"
"That's it."
"No, I'm sorry to say I can't think of a thing," Tom answered. "I
thought I would, but I didn't. Have you anything to say?"
"Yes. Let's go to Paris."
"You mean to see--er--?"
"Yes!" interrupted Jack with a smile. "This is their day off, and
we might as well have a little enjoyment when we can. From the easy
time we had to-day we'll have some hard fighting to-morrow.
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