hen will you go to my hangar with me?" demanded the other, at which
Tom laughingly answered:

"Any time you say--right away, if you feel like it. I'm a firm believer
in the old saying, 'Never put off till to-morrow what you can do
to-day.' Besides, Harry, I admit that you've got my curiosity aroused."

"Call it a bargain, then!" snapped the other, not to be outdone. "Won't
take twenty minutes in all, and perhaps I can give you something to
sleep over."

"Seems to me," Jack remarked, with a yawn, "you fellows are bound to
keep on the go all night long. What with that raid, and our chase after
the Hun, then the trip to the field hospital for various purposes, and
now back once more to the hangars, just to settle a disputed question,
you're keeping things moving pretty well."

"Oh, well," remarked Tom, "you can climb into your little bed, such as
it is in these strenuous days, Jack--and dream."

Jack did not reply. Perhaps he considered that it would be wise not to
appear to notice these sly thrusts on the part of his chum. Perhaps he
did not care who noticed that he and Bessie were such good friends.

So when they arrived in camp he turned aside to seek his sleeping place
under a khaki-colored tent, while the other boys continued along the
trail leading to the field of the hangars, which had so recently been
the objective of the Boche bombing raid.

It took the boys considerably longer to pass from one to the other place
than on the occasion of their last trip; but then the night now was
comparatively quiet, and no hostile squadron hovered overhead to drop
terrible engines of destruction from the sky and arouse a furious
bombardment in return, from the batteries of anti-aircraft guns below.

Harry was still feeling ugly toward the enemy who could show such
disregard for all the accepted rules of civilized warfare. He continued
to vent these feelings as he walked along, unable to get it out of his
mind. But this could be understood since he had a sister in an exposed
hospital, whose life was in danger from the barbaric acts of the Hun
fliers.

"They seem nowadays to take a savage delight in bombing hospitals, and
then finding all sorts of excuses for doing such a thing," he told Tom.
"I declare, they put me in mind of a cruel wolf more than anything
else."

"On my part," his companion immediately asserted, "I'd liken them to a
mad dog, snapping and snarling as he runs along the street, but it shows
how desperat