The information was certainly an interesting bit of news. From that time on the boys were the center of interest, and many questions were plied and answered.
"But where are you bound now?" asked one of the doctors. "If I understand correctly, you are attached to the aviation corps, is that so?"
"Yes, we are being put up by them, and we may do some flying in a few days," said Alfred.
"We do hope you will be successful," said one of the nurses. "Won't you tell us where you are from?"
"We are from New York," said Alfred.
"Then you are not English?" she asked.
"Oh, no," replied Alfred. "But that doesn't make any difference. It's just the same as though we were English. We want to help out."
There was a merry roar of laughter at this, and Ralph immediately chimed in with a sort of explanation: "The Germans didn't treat us right, when they captured us, and, anyhow, they had no business to attack Belgium."
"Good for you," said a sweet little miss. "We like Americans, and especially those like you who have that spirit."
The vans covered the ground to the general hospital in quick time, and the boys were really sorry when the van drew up before the building, but they quickly recognized the place where they had accompanied the injured aviators the previous day.