"I don't believe anything at all is necessary," stated Ned as the two came nearer. "They seem to be after the Germans and not us!"
"What's that place down there?" asked Harry after some time. "It looks to me as if it were a camp of some sort. I see several tents."
"That's an aviation camp just like the one we saw when we came through France and gave General Joffre his fast ride!" declared Jimmie.
"Sure enough!" declared Ned. "They have painted the tops of the wings that peculiar color so that they cannot be readily seen from an enemy air craft. That's rather a good idea, too!"
With scarcely a bump the Eagle settled to the earth and was at once surrounded by French soldiers, some garbed in the well-known suits and helmets of aviators, others dressed as ordinary infantrymen, while still others wore greasy overalls and jumpers.
The language used was French, and they were at a loss to know what their questions meant.
"You'll have to talk United States!" declared Jimmie, rising and holding up a hand for attention. "We can't understand that stuff."
"Ah, so you speak English?" questioned one of the men.
All five boys gathered about their prisoner as he stood beside the Eagle.
As the lads looked at the newcomer they saw a short, broad shouldered man wearing a white moustache. The figure looked strangely familiar.