"I was afraid you'd both gone under, and
if you had I'd never have forgiven myself for taking you up with
me."
"We were just starting out to look for you," said Frank. "Where
did you land?"
"In a good soft place," said the other. "The branches of a big
tree. My ankle caught in a branch and got wrenched a little, but
otherwise I'm O.K."
"I landed in the river, and Frank had to fish me out," said Bart.
"But now that we're all safe, I'm beginning to wonder just where
we are. The storm seems to be over, and I guess it's up to us to
get back to camp as soon as possible, or they'll have us down as
A.W.O.L."
"I'm not sure just where we are," responded Dunton, "but I hope we
haven't landed among the Huns. They'd like nothing better than a
chance to put us out of the way."
"Well, all we've got to do to get back is follow the river down,"
said Frank. "Let's go."
Following Frank's suggestion, they had not gone more than half a
mile when, to their great satisfaction, they caught sight of an
American sentry walking his post.
"Good!" exclaimed Dunton. "That means that we're still in the
occupied zone.
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