recognized in the muffled figure waving a gloved hand at him no other than Harry Leroy.
"A bunch of slick runners all right, Jack!" bawled Nellie's brother, as the two planes passed not far distant from each other.
"They're all right when three to one!" answered Jack, as he circled in order to keep close to the other for a brief time.
"What luck?" demanded Harry; for of course that was the one important subject ever on their minds when thus out hunting for hidden snipers' nests.
"Got two to-day so far," called Jack. "Then came over here looking for a boss nest. Found it, too, down there; and we're going now to see what our battery boys can do with it."
"Fine work, Jack! Here's wishing you luck. We'll move along and see if we can duplicate your job!"
"Success to you!"
So they separated there, far above the seemingly endless forest where the two opposing armies were grappling in a death grip, the one bent on victory, the other striving desperately to put off the evil day as long as possible, in the hope of a break in their favor.
Jack knew what he and Morgan had next to do. it was to begin signaling to catch the attention of the observers with the American batteries, doubt-
