I'll have to get on now, fellows."
"What did you come down for?" asked Tom. "Engine trouble?"
"No, it wasn't that," replied Dick. "The old girl is working fine.
I just saw an American bunch marching along here and dropped down
to say 'howdy.' I'm off now. See you soon in Coblenz."
With a wave of his hand, he walked over, climbed into his machine,
and started skyward.
The boys watched him soaring until his machine was only a dot in
the steel blue of the winter sky, and then, as their brief rest
period had ended, started on the march to Coblenz.
"One great boy, that Dick," remarked Frank, when the aviator was
finally lost to sight.
"You bet he is," agreed Billy emphatically. "He's one of the
greatest aces that ever climbed into a plane."
"I suppose he must be feeling rather lonely now that he isn't
bringing down his daily Hun," suggested Tom.
"He's all wool and a yard wide," affirmed Bart. "I'll never forget
that if it hadn't been for him I might never have got back to you
fellows."
"Do you remember the time he swooped down with his machine guns
popping and carried us off when we were being taken to a German
prison camp?" asked Frank.
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