"Oh, Dad! And it's really you!" murmured Tom.
"Yes, my boy! I never expected to see you again. Did you know I was here?"
"I never dreamed of it! But don't let's stop to talk. We must get to the airship at once! But you are wounded, Dad!"
"Nothing but a splinter from a bomb. It's only a cut on the head. Son," and Mr. Raymond wiped away the blood that trickled down on his face.
The newly freed prisoners lost no time. With a rush they made for the airship. If they could only get aboard and start it off all would yet be well. Could they do it?
Momentary silence had followed the detonation of the two hand grenades thrown by Mr. Raymond, but now there came yells of rage from the Germans, disclosing that they had become aware of what was going on.
"Lively, everybody!" cried Tom, as he led the way to the big plane.
"Are we all here?" asked Jack.
A rapid count showed that not one of the brave force had been left behind.
"Is there room for me?" asked Mr. Raymond.
"Well, I should say so!"
"If there isn't I'll stay behind," cried Jack.
