A BARE CHANCE
Frank was now convinced that he and his comrades had really
chanced on a big secret, and he was eager to get them and get to
the heart of the matter. He was greatly disappointed that he had
been unable to follow up the adventure that very evening, but with
a soldier's philosophy promised himself better luck the next time,
and swung off toward camp with a stride that soon brought him to
his destination.
But the Army Boy's plan for an immediate further investigation of
the mysterious alley was destined to have a further setback, for
the next day great aeroplane activity started all over the
American front, and it was announced that nobody would be given
leave to visit Coblenz until further notice. It seemed that
reports had been received at general headquarters that the
rioters, driven out of Coblenz, were gathering in smaller towns
throughout the occupied area, and making demonstrations and
inflammatory speeches against the American "invaders."
Many aviators were detailed to fly over all the neighboring
territory and get information of the movements and numbers of the
rioters, so that troops could be sent to the threatened points and
suppress the uprisings before they assumed serious proportions.
Among the aviators detailed to this work was Dick Lever, and on
his return from one of these excursions he sought out his Army Boy
friends. For a considerable time he had been detailed to other
parts of the occupied territory, but now his headquarters were
temporarily near the barracks in which the boys were situated.
So it happened that one evening as Frank, Bart, and Billy were
strolling toward the canteen, they were both surprised and
delighted to espy the long, athletic figure of their friend. Dick
was no less glad to see them, and everybody for some distance
around was apprised of the fact that old comrades had met once
more.
"But where's Tom?" inquired Dick, after the first burst of
enthusiasm was over. "I'm so used to seeing you fellows as a
quartette that your sweet voices don't sound exactly correct as a
trio."
The faces of all the boys lengthened at this allusion to their
missing friend, and in a few words they explained to Dick the
circumstances of his sudden disappearance.
"By Jove!" exclaimed Dick excitedly, when they had finished, "I
wouldn't be a bit surprised if I could put you on his trail."
"What do you mean?" chorused the boys.
"Now, don't get excited," said Dick. "What I'm going to tell you
may not be of the least importance after all. It's just this.
While I was reconnoitering over the various camps of the
revolutionists, in one of them I was sure I saw a man in an
American Army uniform. I was too far up to recognize him even if I
had known him, and it might be any American prisoner other than
Tom, or it might be a German dressed in an American uniform for
spying purposes. Anyway, if I hadn't been under special rush
orders to return as soon as possible, I would have gone down and
maybe attempted a rescue, but I had to get back immediately with
my information, so couldn't take any chances."
"But can you give us any idea of the direction of the camp where
you saw this man?" inquired Frank. "If we had the least idea where
to look for him, you can bet we'd get him away from those renegade
Germans, and likely hurt anybody that got in the way, too."
"I'd hate to be the obstacle, myself," grinned Dick. "But, to get
down to business, I can give you a rough idea of the direction and
distance, and in addition, I guess I don't have to tell you that
if there's anything I can do to help, you can count on me to the
limit."
The three boys and Dick shook hands all around as they accepted
this offer, and on the spot organized as a committee of ways and
means to rescue their missing comrade. Dick could only tell them
approximately where he had seen the man in American uniform, and
the Spartacides changed their camps so often in order to escape
detection and capture that even this information was of rather
doubtful value.
"The best thing I can suggest is this," said Dick, at last. "I've
been detailed to try out some new aeroplanes to-morrow, and as
long as I take them up and fly them, it doesn't much matter what
direction I go in, provided I don't go too far. Now, what's to
prevent me from flying a few miles in the direction I last saw
this particular bunch of revolutionists, and taking a chance on
finding out something more?"
"We'll appreciate anything you can do in that direction," said
Frank. "You've given us a clue now, at any rate, and you can bet
we won't be slow in following it up. It's going to be some problem
to get hold of him, but we've solved as hard ones before now, and
I guess we won't let this stump us."
"You told it!" said Bart emphatically. "If the Germans couldn't
get one of us while the war was on, it's a cinch they won't be
able to now when it's all over. If old Tom's alive, we'll rescue
him some way."
Dick Lever described the location of the Spartacides' camp with as
much exactness as he could, and even drew a rough map of the
surrounding country, marking the place where he had seen the
American prisoner with a cross.
The boys thanked him heartily, and then walked back to his section
of the camp, as it was getting close to the time for taps, and
Dick had to be back at his quarters by then. On the way they
talked over old times, and Dick promised to visit them again at
the first opportunity, and made them promise once more to call on
him for help if they thought he could be of service in rescuing
Tom. Then they all shook hands, and Bart, Frank, and Billy hurried
back to their own quarters, full of excitement over the news that
Dick had brought them and hopes that they would soon have Tom with
them again.
But this was not to prove quite as quickly nor easily done as they
had anticipated, for conditions were so disturbed that small
detachments were not permitted to go into the surrounding country
lest they should be attacked and overwhelmed by superior forces
that might bear them down by sheer force of numbers.
They had to abandon therefore the plan to hunt Tom unaided, and
Frank went direct to his lieutenant and told him just what they
had learned from Dick regarding the presence of an American
prisoner in the Spartacides' hands and their suspicion that it
might possibly be their missing comrade.
To his surprise, he learned that the lieutenant had already
received a report from other sources that tallied closely with
Dick's. It was intolerable that any American should be left a
prisoner in the hands of desperate men who might at any moment
take his life, and plans were maturing to descend on the place
where he was believed to be held. An adequate force would be
provided and would set out as soon as possible.
With an inward prayer that the attempt would be made soon, Frank
left the lieutenant's presence and hurried away to tell the good
news to Billy and Bart.