All three boys were startled to hear the voice of their chum proceeding from a point seemingly directly beneath them.
"Here I am," came Jack's cheery tones, although the boys thought they could detect a slight trace of weariness.
"Where?" cried Ned, greatly surprised at the sudden reply.
"Under the Eagle," replied Jack. "I'm hanging onto a truss rod and can stay here for quite a while if you want to leave the place."
"We surely want to leave the place," answered Ned, reaching again for the levers. "Can you hang on for a few minutes more?"
"I'm all right for a long time," answered Jack bravely, "but I'd just as soon you'd hit up the speed a little."
Ned's guiding touch upon the levers sent the Eagle forward at a rate of speed that quickly carried the entire party to a distance well out of rifle range from the party below. He was heading for a hill at no great distance from their present location.
"I'll land there," he said, indicating by a nod of his head the eminence toward which they were running. "We ought to be able to help Jack out of his position in a very few minutes."
Harry turned the glasses toward the spot Ned had pointed out.
"Look out, Ned!" he cried almost instantly. "I can see a lot of helmets there that look as if they were German head dresses."