“This will be great news for his sister!” exclaimed Jack, as the note dropped by the German airman was read over and over again.
“Yes, she'll be delighted,” agreed Tom. “We must hurry back and tell her.”
“And that isn't all,” went on Jack. “We must try to figure out a way to rescue Harry.”
“You can't do that,” declared a French ace, one with whom the air service boys had often flown.
“Why not?” asked Tom.
“It's out of the question,” was the answer. “There has never been a rescue yet from behind the German lines. Or, if there has been, it's like a blue moon.”
“Well, we can try,” declared Jack, and Tom nodded his head in agreement.
“Don't count too much on it,” added another of their friends. “Harry may not even be where this note says he is.”
“Do you mean that the Germans would say what isn't so?” asked Tom.
“Of course! Naturally!” was the answer. “But even if they did not in this case, even if they have truly said where Leroy is, he may be moved at any time—sent to some other prison, or made to work in the mines or at perhaps something far worse.”