Quickly and eagerly it was opened. It contained some personal belongings of Allied airmen who had been missing for the past week. Some of them, the message from the German lines said, had been killed by their falls after being shot down, and it was stated that they had been decently buried. Others were wounded and in hospitals.
“No word from Harry,” said Tom, sadly, as the last of the relics from the dead and the living were gone over.
“Well, I guess we may as well give him up,” added Jack. “But we can avenge him. That's all we have left, now.”
“Yes,” agreed Tom. “If we only—?”
A cry from some of those watching the German plane interrupted him. The two air service boys looked up. Another small object was falling. It landed with a thud, almost at the feet of Tom and Jack, and the latter picked it up.
It was an aviator's glove; and as Jack held it up a note dropped out. Quickly it was read, and the import of it was given to all in a simultaneous shout of joy from Tom and Jack.
“It's word from Harry Leroy! Word from Harry at last!”
CHAPTER X. STUNTS
Truly enough, word had come from the missing aviator, or, if not directly from him, at least from his captors. The German airmen, falling in with the chivalry which had been initiated by the French and English, and later followed by the Americans, had seen fit to inform the comrades of the captured man of his whereabouts.