ou're at it why don't you send him a piano, and an
automobile, too, so he can ride home when he wants to? What do you
mean--getting word to him? Don't you know that the beastly Huns will
hold up the mail as they please, and anything else we might send. They
don't even let the Red Cross packages go through until they get good and
ready. Talk about your barbarians!"

"Oh, I wasn't thinking of the mail," replied Tom.

"No? What then?"

"Why, we know where he is held a prisoner--at least we have the name of
the prison camp, and he may be there unless he's been transferred. Of
course that's possible, but it's worth taking a chance on."

"A chance on what?" asked Jack, "You haven't explained yet. What do you
plan to do?"

"Fly over the place where Harry is held a prisoner and drop down a
package and some letters to him," said Tom. "Now wait until you hear
it all before you say it can't be done!" he went on quickly, for Jack
seemed about to interrupt.

"If Harry is held where he was first made a prisoner, it's a big place,
and there are thousands of our captives there, as well as French and
British. Well, where there are so many they have to have a big stockade
to pen 'em in, worse luck. And dropping a bomb on a big place is easier
than dropping one on a small object."

"Say! Suffering snuffle-boxes!" cried Jack. "You don't mean to drop a
bomb in Harry's prison, camp, do you? Do you think he might possibly
escape in the confusion?"

"Nothing like that," said Tom. "I mean drop a package containing some
smokes, some chocolate and a letter telling him we haven't forgotten
him and that we're going to try to rescue him, and for him to be on the
lookout. That could be done."

"How?"

"By us flying over the place in our speedy Spad. We needn't make a very
big package, though the more of something to eat we can give him the
better, for those Boches starve our men. Let's get a week off--the
commanding officer will let us go. We can go to our old escadrille and
make arrangements to start from there. The boys will help us all they
can."

"Oh, there's no doubt about that," assented Jack. "They all liked Harry
as much as we did. But I can't see that your scheme will succeed. It's a
risky one."

"All the more reason why it ought to succeed," declared Tom. "It's the
fellows who take chances who get by. Now let's see if we can get a few
hours off to go to Paris."

"Go to Paris? What for?"

"To see Nellie Leroy and have her