"Yes," answered Mrs. Gleason. "And though we were told we would meet friends here we could not guess it would be you brave boys."
"Spare my blushes!" laughed Tom.
"Same here," added Jack.
"But what brings you to Paris?" asked Bessie. "I thought you boys were engaging in combats above the clouds."
"We have been fighting, though not during the last two weeks," said Tom. "I had word that my father had come over here, but he never communicated with us, and we came to Paris to look him up. So far we haven't succeeded in finding him," and he gave the details of the visit of himself and his chum to the capital, telling of their first experience during the firing of the big gun.
Bessie and Jack, who seemed to have much to say to one another, peered from behind the curtains out of the window now and then, and Jack at last reported that the spy had passed on, after stopping, apparently, to purchase some fruit at a stand on the street.
"I don't believe he knew we were here," said Bessie.
"Well, it won't do to take any chances," observed Tom. "However, we were not told to remain under cover, so I suppose we can go out when we like."
