The Boy Volunteers with the French AirmenWard, Kenneth
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The Boy Volunteers with the French Airmen
Ward, Kenneth
Airmen -- France -- Juvenile fiction; War stories; World War, 1914-1918 -- Aerial operations -- Juvenile fiction
"That's the place we must go; it's twenty miles toward Verdun, and now
is our time," said Ralph.
"Let's have something to eat first," said Alfred.
After the meal they booked for Bar-le-Duc, and this train started
promptly. Only two coaches were reserved for civilians, the others being
filled with soldiers. The town, which was reached shortly before noon,
had the appearance of an armed camp. Here they received the startling
news that the Germans were at St. Mihiel, thirty-five miles northeast of
that place.
There was no sign of panic there, however. Verdun, Toul and Nancy were
still intact, and there was no fear that either place would yield.
Before they had been in the city an hour they saw a dozen or more
airplanes overhead, and it was not long thereafter until they learned
that one of the most famous stations belonging to the flyers was located
north of the place. A conveyance was readily obtained, as a line of
busses paralleled the railway track, and in another hour they were on
the plateau where the great hangars were located.
As they were crossing the field, and approaching the first tier of
hangars the boys noticed the two men whose conversation had been
overheard in the Continental hotel. "They are the very men," said
Alfred; "I wonder what they are here for?"
The men stopped and looked at the boys for an instant. Ralph approached
them and said, with a smile: "You beat us here after all."
The men appeared to be puzzled at being thus addressed. Alfred saw that
they did not understand Ralph's greeting, and said: "We are under
obligations to you for telling us how to get here, and I want to thank
you."
"I don't exactly understand," said one of the men.
"We heard you talking about making this trip, and as we wanted to get to
the front without knowing just how to do it, your conversation helped us
out," said Ralph.
"I'll bet you're American boys," said one of them, laughing.
"Indeed, we are," said Alfred.
"Belong to the service?" asked the other.
"Oh, yes," answered Ralph,--"that is, we did belong to it."
"Which branch?" asked the man.
"Messenger service in Belgium, aviation and trench service with the
English, and Red Cross in the French army," answered Alfred.
This response was answered by hearty laughter on the part of both men,
and one of them responded: "That is a pretty comprehensive service, I
should say."
"Where are you from?" asked the other.
"New York," answered Ralph. "Why, you look like Americans, too."
"We're from the same place," was the answer.
"And you look like newspaper men," remarked Alfred.
"That's a good guess," was the reply. "But how did you know?" he asked.
"I saw you taking notes as we walked across the field," answered Alfred.
"Good inference," he replied. "Are you looking for a job?"
"Yes, we're going into the aviation service," answered Ralph, with all
the assurance of a winner.
"See you again," was the final reply, as the two men left them.
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