But
I knew how it was--you didn't get a chance to send any word."
"Oh, but we did!" cried Tom, and then he told of the dropping of the
packages.
But, as Leroy related, he had been transferred from that camp a few
days before.
Two of the packets fell among the prisoners, who, after trying in
vain to send them to Harry, partook of the good things to eat, which
they much needed themselves. They were given to the ill prisoners,
and the notes were carefully hidden away. Some time after the war
Harry received them, and treasured them greatly as souvenirs.
"But we didn't make any mistake this time," said Tom. "We have you
now."
"Yes," agreed Harry with a smile, "you have me now, and mighty glad
I am of it."
A few days later, when Harry was better able to travel, he went to
see Nellie in Paris, a message having been sent soon after the big
battle, to tell her that he was rescued and as well as could be
expected.
"But if it hadn't been for Tom and Jack I don't believe I'd be there
now," said Harry to his sister, as he sat in the homelike apartment
of the Gleasons.
"I know you wouldn't," said Nellie. "They said they'd rescue you
and they did. We shall never be able to thank them enough--but we
can try!"
She looked at Tom, and he--well, I shall firmly but kindly have to
insist that what followed is neither your affair nor mine.
And now, though you know it as well as I do, my story has come to an
end.
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