A group of Allied
captives, newly freed, rushed forward. Tom and Jack, removing their
goggles, looked eagerly for a sight of Harry Leroy. They did not
see him, but they saw that which rejoiced them, and this was more
aeroplanes coming to their aid, and also a column of infantry on the
march across a distant valley. The stars and stripes were in the
van, and at this the rescuers and the prisoners set up a cheer. It
meant that the Germans were beaten at that point.
"Where's Harry Leroy? Is he among the prisoners ?" cried Jack to
several of the liberated ones who crowded around the machine. There
would be no question now of trying to save some one, a rush by
mounting to the air with him. The advance of the Americans and the
Allies was sufficiently strong to hold the prison position wrested
from the Germans.
"Was Harry Leroy among you?" asked Tom, of the joy-crazed prisoners.
Many were Americans, but there were French, Italian, Russian,
Belgian and British among the motley throng.
Before any one could answer him there was a hoarse shout, and from
some place where they had been hiding a squad of German soldiers
rushed at the group of recent prisoners about Tom and Jack. Their
guns had bayonets fixed, and it was the evident purpose of the Huns
to make one last rush on the prisoners near the aeroplane to kill as
many as possible.
The Germans were a sufficiently strong force, and none of these
prisoners was armed.
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