“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. This was too good to last. Heinie is up to some mischief, I think.”
“Same here.”
So, having received permission, they went to Paris, and soon found their way to the lodgings of Mrs. Gleason, where the air service boys were welcomed by Bessie and Nellie.
Of course the first question had to do with the captive Harry, and to the delight of Nellie Tom was able to say: