CHAPTER XVIII
Slim Goodwin a Prisoner
"If I had a good rifle I could 'pot' half a dozen of them from here," said Jerry the following morning as he and the rest, standing back among the trees of the mountain in which they had sought safety, watched two long, converging lines of German soldiers marching back in the direction whence they had come on the preceding day.
"And we owe them that much for that nice, nifty little night trapeze act we had to do through space on their account," added Slim.
"Not to mention the wrecked tractor," put in Frank.
"Well," spoke Lieutenant Mackinson, calling them to the business of the day, "I guess we can make a report to headquarters now—and a good one, too."
With which he opened up the wireless and began repeating the call letters.
When headquarters had responded, the lieutenant gave them the glad tidings of the Boche retreat. That done, he proceeded to give the details of the wrecking of the tractor and of their escape to the second mountain.
"Ought to be aviators," the operator at headquarters came back at him on his own account, and then added: "Wait for orders."