“We have news of him, anyhow.”
“News? You mean he is all right?”
“Well, as all right as he ever can be while the Boches have him, I suppose,” was the answer.
“But the news didn't come direct from him. He's in another camp. I'll tell you about it.”
Tom and Jack, by turns, related what had happened on the night patrol, and explained how they had overheard talk of Harry.
“Then he is nearer than he has been?” asked Nellie.
“Yes,” admitted Tom.
“Won't it be easier to rescue him then?” Bessie queried.
“Well, that doesn't follow,” said Jack. “Of course if we could rescue him, we'd have a shorter distance to bring him, to get him inside our lines. But it's just as difficult getting beyond the German lines now as it was before. Tom and I thought we'd come and talk it over, and see if you girls have anything to suggest. We'll do the rescue work if we only get a chance, and can find some plan. Have you any?”
He asked that question, though he hardly expected an answer. And both he and Tom, as well as Bessie and her mother, were greatly surprised when Nellie exclaimed: