ded, as Mrs.
Gleason came in to greet the boys. "Tell 'em, Tom."

"Is it anything about--oh, have you any news for me about Harry?" asked
Nellie eagerly.

"Not exactly news from him, but we're going to send some news to him!"
exclaimed Tom. "I want you to write him a letter-a real, nice, sisterly
letter."

"What good will that do?" asked Nellie. "I've sent him a lot, but I
can't be sure that he gets them. I don't even know that he is alive."

"Oh, I think he is," said Tom, hopefully. "If the German airmen were
decent enough to let us know he was a prisoner of theirs, they would
tell us if--if--well, if anything had happened to him."

"I think," he went on, "that you, can count on his being alive, though
he isn't having the best time in the world--none of the Hun prisoners
do. That's why I thought it would cheer him up to let him know we
are thinking of him, and if we can send him some smokes, and some
chocolate."

"Oh, he is so fond of chocolate!" exclaimed Nellie. "He used to love the
fudge I made. I wonder if I could send him any of that?"

Tom shook his head.

"It would be better," he said, "to send only hard chocolate--the kind
that can stand hard knocks. Fudge is too soft. It would get all mussed
up with what Jack and I have planned to do to it."

"What is that?" asked Bessie Gleason. "You haven't told us yet. How are
you going to get anything to Harry through those horrid German lines?"

"We're not going through the German lines we're going above 'em; in an
aeroplane. And when we get over the prison camp where Harry is held,
we're going to drop down a package to him, with the letters, the
chocolate and other things inside."

"Oh, that's perfectly wonderful!" exclaimed Bessie. "But will the
Germans let you do it?"

"Well," remarked Jack, "they'll probably try to stop us, but we don't
mind a little thing like that. We're used to it. Of course, as I tell
Torn, it's a long chance, but it's worth taking. Of course it isn't easy
to drop any object from a moving aeroplane and have it land at a certain
spot. We may miss the mark."

"For that reason I'm going to take several packages," put in Tom. "If
one doesn't land another may."

"But if you do succeed in dropping a package for Harry in the midst of
the German stockade, won't the guards see it and confiscate it?"
asked Mrs. Gleason. "You know they'll be as brutal as they dare to the
prisoners--though of course,"' she added quickly, as she saw a look of