“I can only wait!” sighed Nellie, as the boys took their leave. “The days will be anxious ones—days of waiting. I shall help here all I can. You'll let me know the moment there is any news—good or bad—won't you?” she begged; and her eyes filled with tears.
“We'll bring you the news at once—night or day!” exclaimed Tom, vigorously.
As he and Jack walked out of the hospital, the latter remarked:
“You seem to be a favorite there, all right, Tom, my boy. If we weren't such good chums I might be a bit jealous.”
“If you feel that way I'll drop Bessie Gleason a note!” suggested Tom, quickly.
“Don't!” begged Jack. “I'll be good!”
CHAPTER IV. TRANSFERRED
One glance at the bulletin board, erected just outside their quarters at the aerodrome, told Tom and Jack what they were detailed for that day. It was the day following the arrival of Nellie Leroy at that particular place in France, only to find that her brother was missing—either dead, or alive and a prisoner behind the German lines.
“Sergeant Thomas Raymond will report to headquarters at eight o'clock, to do patrol work.”