“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. 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.