CHAPTER XXIV
PRISONERS
Under the evening stars, the two big Italian machines slowly, and, it must be said, somewhat ponderously, as compared with a speedy Nieuport, winged their way toward the German river, behind which it was hoped, some day, to drive the savage Huns.
"What do you think?" asked Jack of his chum, for in these latest machines, by reason of the motors being farther from the passengers, and by means of tubes, some talk could be carried on.
"I don't know just what to think," was the answer. "So much has happened of late, that it's almost beyond my thinking capacity."
"That's right. And yet I can guess one thing you have in mind, Tom, old scout."
"What is it?"
"Your father! You're hoping you can rescue him."
"That's right, I am. And as soon as this drive is over—if we come back from it with any measure of success, and I can get a long
