CHAPTER XIII. A DARING SCHEME
Tom sat up on his bunk and looked across at Jack, who was just showing signs of returning consciousness—that is, he was getting awake. It was the morning after the successful discovery of the hidden German battery, and since this exploit the two lads had not been required to go on duty.
“What's the matter?” asked Jack, opening his eyes and looking at his chum. “Has the mail come in? Any letters?”
“No. I was just thinking,” remarked Tom, and though his eyes were fixed on Jack it was clear that his thoughts were somewhere else.
“Thinking, Tom? That's bad business. Have you seen the doctor?”
“Oh, shut off your gas!” ordered Tom. “You're side slipping. First you know you'll come down in a tail spin and I'll have to be looking for a new partner.”
“It's as serious as all that, is it?” asked Jack, as he began to dress. “Well, in that case I withdraw my observation. Go ahead. How's the visibility?”
“Low. We won't have to go up to-day, unless it clears.”
“Um. And I was counting on getting a few Huns right after breakfast. Well, what's your think about, if you really were indulging in that expensive pastime?”
“I was,” said Tom, and he got up and also proceeded to put on his clothes. “I was thinking about Harry.”