e leaving
the Lafayette Escadrille with which many trying, as well as many happy,
hours were associated, and the girls told of their adventures, which
were not altogether tame.

Since Mrs. Gleason had been freed from the plotting of the spy,
Potzfeldt, she had lived a happy life--that is as happy as one could
amid the scenes of war and its attendant horrors. She and Bessie were
throwing themselves heart and soul into the immortal work of the Red
Cross, and now Nellie bad joined them.

"It's the only way I can stop thinking about poor Harry," she said with
a sigh. "Oh, if I could only hear some good news about him, that I might
send it to the folks at home. Do you think it will ever come--the good
news, I mean?" she asked wistfully of Tom.

"All we can do is to hope," he said. He knew better than to buoy up
false hopes, for he had seen too much of the terrible side of war. In
his heart he knew that there was but little chance for Harry Leroy,
after the latter's aeroplane had been shot down behind the German lines.
Yet there was that one, slender hope to which all of us cling when it
seems that everything else is lost.

"He may be a prisoner, and, in that case, there is a chance," said Tom,
while Jack and Bessie were conversing on the other side of the room.

"You mean a chance to escape?"

"Hardly that, though it has been done. A few aviators have got away from
German prison camps. But it's only one chance in many thousand. No, what
I meant was that--well, it's too small and slim a chance to talk about,
I'm afraid."

"Oh, no!" she hastened to assure him. "Do tell me! No chance is too
small. What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes rescues have been made," went on Tom. "They are even
more rare than escapes, but they have been done. I was thinking that
perhaps after Jack and I get in with Pershing's boys we might be in some
big raid on the Hun lines, and then, if we could get any information as
to your brother's whereabouts, we might plan to rescue him."

"Oh, do you think you could?"

"I certainly can and will try!" exclaimed Tom, earnestly.

"Oh, will you? Oh, I can't thank you enough!" and she clasped his hand
in both hers and Tom blushed deeply.

"Please don't count too much on it," Tom warned Nellie. "It's a
desperate chance at best, but it's the only one I can see that we can
take. First of all, though, we've got to get some word as to where Harry
is."

"How can you do that?"

"Some of the Hun airmen a