“No, he’s heading this way!” declared Jack. “From the fact that they’re still keeping up their fire I reckon they fear he’ll escape them. The pilot couldn’t have been badly hurt when his ’plane was struck, because I can see him sitting up and managing his machine. It was only his motor that was put out of commission, and if he keeps on as he’s going now he’ll get safely down.”
“There, he’s disappeared behind that line of trees!” cried Amos, “but the firing has nearly stopped, so they must think it’s no use wasting any more ammunition on him. Let’s hurry, Jack! I’m wild to know if that was my brother. Something just seems to tell me it must have been. Ten minutes more ought to take us over there where he came down. Just to think of it, only that short time, and I’ll see him, if I’m lucky!”
Apparently Jack was as intent upon settling the question as Amos himself could be. He put on more speed, and side by side they broke into a run, such was their eagerness to cover the intervening ground. Men in khaki looked after them in bewilderment, not knowing who these two boys were, or what object they could have in thus braving the fearful ordeals to be encountered on a battlefield.
Amos was caring little for all this. He had but one object in view, and that the settling of the question whether his long absent brother Frank, now one of the Allies’ aviators, was working on that section of the firing line, and if he was fated to meet him face to face after so arduous a search.
Whether Amos and his faithful chum Jack were to be rewarded with immediate success after their eventful hunt for the missing Frank, or meet with still further disappointment, must, however, be left to another story, which the reader will find ready for his perusal later on.
THE END.
BOY AVIATORS’ SERIES
By Captain Wilbur Lawton
Absolutely Modern Stories for Boys