Hearty and enthusiastic were the congratulations that greeted the exploit of Torn in finding the German machine gun nest that had been such a menace, nor were the thanks to Jack any less warm, for without his help Tom could never have maintained his position, and sent back corrections to the battery which brought about the desired result.
“It is a glorious end to your stay with us,” said the commander, with shining eyes, as he congratulated them.
There was a little impromptu banquet in the quarters that night, and Tom and Jack were bidden God-speed to their new quarters.
“There's only one thing I want to say!” said Jack quietly, as he rose in response to a demand that he talk.
“Let us hear it, my slice of bacon!” called a jolly ace.
“It's this,” went on Jack. “That I hereby resolve that if we—I mean Tom and I—can't rescue our comrade, Harry Leroy, from the Huns—provided he's alive—that we'll take a toll of five Germans for him—or as many, up to that number, as we can shoot down before they get us. Five German fliers is the price of Harry Leroy, who was worth a hundred of them!”
“Bravo! Hurrah! So he was! Death to the Huns!” were the cries.
Torn Raymond sprang to his feet
“What Jack says I say!” he cried. “But I double the toll. If Harry Leroy is dead he leaves a sister. You all saw her here! Well, I'll get five Huns for her, and that makes ten between Jack and me!”
“Success to you!” cried several.