The great battle was not yet over, for there was fighting up and
down the line, and in distant sectors. But it was going well for
Pershing's forces.
"And now," remarked Harry, when he had had food and had washed and
had begun to smoke, "tell me all about it." He was in the quarters
assigned to Tom Raymond and Jack Parmly, being their guest.
"Well, there isn't an awful lot to tell," Tom said, modestly enough.
"We heard you were in trouble, and came after you; that's all. How
did you like your German boarding house?"
"It was fierce! Terrible! I can't tell you what it means to be
free. But I'd like to send word to my folks that I'm all right. I
suppose they have heard I was a prisoner."
"Yes," answered Tom. "In fact, you can talk to one of the family
soon. That is, as soon as you can go to Paris."
"Talk to a member of the family? Go to Paris? What do you mean?"
Harry fairly shouted the words.
"Your sister Nellie is staying with friends of ours," said Tom.
"We'll take you to her."
"Nellie here? Great Scott! She said she was coming to the front,
but I didn't believe her! Say, she is some sister!"
"You said it!" exclaimed Tom, with as great fervor as Harry used.
"Didn't you get the bundles we dropped?" asked Jack. "The notes and
the packages of chocolate?"
"Not a one," 'replied Harry. "I was looking for some word, but none
came, after one of the airmen told me he had dropped my glove.
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