"
"But can you give us any idea of the direction of the camp where
you saw this man?" inquired Frank. "If we had the least idea where
to look for him, you can bet we'd get him away from those renegade
Germans, and likely hurt anybody that got in the way, too."
"I'd hate to be the obstacle, myself," grinned Dick. "But, to get
down to business, I can give you a rough idea of the direction and
distance, and in addition, I guess I don't have to tell you that
if there's anything I can do to help, you can count on me to the
limit."
The three boys and Dick shook hands all around as they accepted
this offer, and on the spot organized as a committee of ways and
means to rescue their missing comrade. Dick could only tell them
approximately where he had seen the man in American uniform, and
the Spartacides changed their camps so often in order to escape
detection and capture that even this information was of rather
doubtful value.
"The best thing I can suggest is this," said Dick, at last. "I've
been detailed to try out some new aeroplanes to-morrow, and as
long as I take them up and fly them, it doesn't much matter what
direction I go in, provided I don't go too far.
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