Tom Raymond started across the field toward headquarters. Jack followed, but there was a strange look on the latter's face.
"I don't see how you're going to Paris," remarked Jack, at length. "Do you mean we're to go in separate machines, or together?"
"Oh, nothing like that!" exclaimed Tom. "We won't go in machines at all. We'll go by train, if we can get one, or by motor."
"But you're heading for the Escadrille Headquarters office, and—"
"We've got to get official permission to go," explained Tom. "We can't rush off, whenever we like, as we used to go fishing together."
To his captain Tom explained matters more fully than he had done before. In effect he related the fact of having received the letter, stating that Mr. Raymond had started for Paris, presumably to engage in some work for the French government, or at least for the Allies. Whether he had arrived or not, and, in the former case, to ascertain why he had