The Brighton Boys with the Flying Corps

ly closely in touch with the intricate system by which the air-photograph and accurate map of every point behind the enemy line is care

heir arrival in France they had envied Bob Haines his knowledge of the French language, which, while rudimentary, was sufficient to enable him

he lead he had gained. Joe Little and Dicky Mann were his only real rivals in this field. Dicky had one assistant that was of the greatest use to him in the frequent companionship

ay on temporary leave. Dicky pleased headquarters so much with his initial report that more and more observation work was

elight he was at last put on the observation staff permanently, or at least was given regular work with that department--and who should be assigned to pilot him but Bob Haines! To be with Bob, of whom Dicky was especially fond, was a genuine pleasure to him, and the combi

ough he knew enough of censorship rules to avoid mention of his work, except in vague generalities. This necessity made writing four pages dull work at times, and resulted in Jimmy's adoption of various set phrases as filling matter. His mother, who knew Jimmy as o

o forces at the front their fortune had been on the side

or home. The day was not an ideal one for flying, as shifting clouds gathered here and there, some high up, some low. When they were in the vicinity of their objective the clouds beneath them obscured their view to an annoying extent. They had seen no other

His wires and terminals--so much as he could see of them--were apparently in good order, but

white, set face, and he saw that Bob was methodically going over one thing after another, and trying first this, then that, as if

" querie

f loath to believe that he had exhausted every possibility

that by no possibility could they hope to regain their own. It was a bitter time for Bob. Dicky, curiously enough, took the first

or the most part, divided by green hedges, with here and there a cultivated field. A village lay some distance to the left, a mer

nted Dicky. "Mind you pick a decent one. Don't

s sick at heart, but his friend's j

d? Do you prefer your misery long drawn out or all ove

t and let the Huns te

mm

ding, what was their horror to see, but one field away, two German soldiers in their

plane, as if unable to grasp the fact that it was plainly marked with the red,

ght of two German soldiers right at the spot upon which they had so unfortunately been compelled to land, was a real dis

airly level ground Dicky took one last glance at the pair of soldiers, who had started toward the point where they thought the plane would land. The question in Dicky's mind was as to whether or not the Boche

did not go on through the hedge, the two boys did. They crashed through and landed on the soft earth on the other side at almost the same moment. Each turned quickly to the other as they picked themselves up. Neither was seriously hurt, though Bob was

for it!" yelled Dicky, who wa

through which the boys had been hurled so unceremoniously a moment before. Inspired by a sudden thought, he put on a burst of speed, ran straight up to the leafy barrier, and dove right at it, he

edge through which they climbed easily. Fifty yards away was a stream, which they jumped, finding themselves in a small wood. They made their way through this and debouched on a narrow country lane. The countryside seemed to contain no one except the two fleeing Amer

d finally stopped short. They had no doubt lost some minutes at the start by warily examining the plane and all a

aken off their pursuers. They had passed fairly close to a cottage, which was apparently untenanted. Now they came upon a

o," growled Bob, panting. "If they don't find us som

We have come quite a distance, and they would be very lucky to find us now. I'll bet they have gone on about their business. They will report the fact that a plane came down, and whoever

for silver linings t

make that out

time searching to see if two Americans are hiding so far inside their lines? Of course not. They will think it abso

s that c

bet i

e is a chance that we

get back to our front; and true again the chances are thousands to one against our escaping capture, but

nd--intern us for the duration of t

from the easy-going Dutchmen--and anyway, if we must be interned I'd rather it

came down in that plane, and think of ourselves as pedestrians. I remember reading somewhere that

ve to turn burglar, eh? Well--they say all's fair in love and war, you