father might be among those buried in the wreckage caused by the German shell.
"Do you know what number your father was to stop at?" asked Jack.
"Yes, I have his letter," Tom answered. "I'm afraid, Jack, it was in one of those buildings that have been blown apart."
"No, Tom!"
"I'm afraid so. But, even at that, he may have had a chance for his life. He may have been out, or, after all, he may not have arrived yet. I'm not going to give up hope until I have to."
"That's the way to talk, old man. I'm with you to the last."
They pressed on, and populace and officers alike gave way before them as they saw the uniforms.
"We've got to help!" declared Tom. "We must pitch in. Jack, and lend a hand here. The soldiers seem to be in charge. Let's report to the commanding officer and offer our services."
"But your father?"
"That's the best way to find him if he's in those ruins. Let us help get the unfortunates out. I hope I don't find him, but I must make sure."
Making their way through the press of people, which, under order of the police and military
