s he listened, "to be one of
three fellows who had that villain in their power, with a nice big
kettle of hot tar handy, ditto three feather pillows. Oh, wouldn't we
make him a queer bird, though! The extinct dodo'd have nothing on him,
believe me! But it's fine to hear him raging around like that. I only
wish Bessie could listen."

After a time Potzfeldt and his men went away. They knew they could do
nothing, as the big enemy plane had long since departed, and must by
then be many miles on the return journey to the French lines.

An hour went by and all seemed quiet in the region of the big house by
the side of the road. Jack had not forgotten the promise made to
himself. It might mean additional danger, to be sure; but when he
thought of a long day ahead, in all probability, with an empty stomach
constantly reproaching him, he felt equal to the task.

He had no trouble in finding the entrance to the grounds. Everything
seemed quiet, as though the general and his staff were endeavoring to
get a little sleep before resuming their journey to the fighting front.

Jack was soon under the window that had been described to him by Bessie.
It gave light to the pantry during the daytime. Also he had been
assured, the catch that secured it was broken, so that if he were bold
enough he could easily gain entrance and take his pick of what the
housekeeper had stored there.

Such a nimble chap as Jack had no difficulty whatever in making an
entrance. Finding himself within the big closet, he listened, and,
hearing no sound, struck a match.

By the light thus afforded he could see what lay within his reach. Trust
one with an empty stomach for knowing what he wants under such
conditions. Jack immediately commenced to gather together a supply of
food of various kinds, such as could be eaten without need for a fire.

Quantity rather than quality seemed to rule his actions. At any rate,
when he gathered his spoils together he had quite enough to last an
ordinary man several days.

"Well," he told himself, when lifting the bundle he had made. "I may be
marooned around here a long time, and never get another chance at this
supply station. I believe in striking while the iron's hot. Now to get
it outside without raising a crowd."

It was indeed a lucky thing that there was no watch-dog at the Potzfeldt
place. Undoubtedly this was because of the many visitors coming and
going at all times, who might be bothered by a savage beast.