"That's all," assented Tom. "We may get a message from the clouds
any day."

"And, oh! I shall pray that it may be favorable!" murmured the girl.
"Perhaps I may question this Mr. Du Boise, and learn from him just
what happened?" she interrogated.

"Yes, we want to talk to him ourselves, as soon as he's able to sit
up," said Jack. "We want to get a shot at the Boche who downed
Harry."

"So you are as fond of Harry as all that! I am glad!" exclaimed his
sister. "Have you known him long?"

"We knew him slightly before we went to the flying school in
Virginia with him," said Tom. "But down there, when we started in
at 'grass-cutting,' and worked our way up, we grew to know him
better. Then Jack and I got our chance to come over. But Harry had
a smash, and he had to wait a year."

"Yes, I know. It almost broke his heart," said Miss Leroy. "I was
away at school at the time, which accounts for my not knowing more
of you boys, since Harry always wrote me, or told me, about his
chums. Then, when I came back after my graduation, I found that he
had sailed for France."

"And maybe we weren't glad to see him!" exclaimed Tom. "It was like
getting letters from home."

"Yes, I recall, now, his mentioning that he had met over here some