d from the Lusitania and
afterward rescued by air craft from the lonely castle, came out of her
room to greet the boys.

They were as glad to see her as she was to meet them again, and for a
time there was an interchange of talk. Then Mrs. Gleason withdrew to
leave the young people to themselves.

"Well, go on, tell us all about it!" begged Tom, who could not take his
eyes off Nellie Leroy. "How did she get here?" and he indicated Harry's
sister.

"He talks of me as though I were some specimen!" laughed the girl. "But
go on--tell him, Bessie."

"Well, it isn't much of a story," said Bessie Gleason. "Nellie started
to do Red Cross work, as mother and I are doing, and she was assigned to
the hospital where we were."

"This was after I heard the terrible news about poor Harry at your
escadrille," Nellie broke in, to say to Tom and Jack. "I--I suppose you
haven't had any--word?" she faltered.

"Not yet," Jack answered. "But we may get it any day now--or they may,
back there," and he nodded to indicate the air headquarters he and Tom
had left. "You know we're going to be under Pershing soon," he added.

"So you wrote me," said Bessie. "I'm glad, though it's all in the same
good cause. Well, as I was saying, Nellie came to our hospital-I call it
ours though I have such a small part in it," she interjected. "She was
introduced to us as an American, and of course we made friends at once."

"No one could help making friends with Bessie and her mother!" exclaimed
Nellie.

"Don't flatter us too much," warned Bessie. "Now please don't interrupt
any more. As I say, Nellie came to us to do her share in helping care
for the wounded, and, as mother and I found she had settled on no
regular place in Paris, we asked her to share our rooms. Then we got to
talking, and of course I found she had met you two boys in her search
for her brother. After that we were better friends than ever."

"Glad to know it," said Tom. "There's nothing like having friends.
I hadn't any notion that I'd meet any when I started out with him
tonight," and he motioned to Jack.

"Well, I like that!" cried Bessie in feigned indignation. "I like to
know how you class my mother and me?" and she looked at Tom.

"Oh,--er--well, of course--you and your mother, and Jack. But he and
you--"

"Better swim out before you get into deep water," advised Jack quickly,
and he nudged Tom with his foot.

Then the boys had to tell about their final experiences befor