The scene was one which well might inspire heroic work. The imprisoned man was quite young, with handsome features, and it seemed cruel that such a fate should overtake him. The boys strained at the wreck until it moved. "Brace it up on that side," said Ralph. The truss from the fuselage was removed from the aviator, the man quickly drawn out from his perilous position, and carried clear of the wreck. "Now for the other one," said Alfred. Blood was still flowing across the face of the other flyer, as they crawled over the wreck to draw him out. "This one is alive, I am sure," said Ralph. "Why, yes; his heart is beating," replied Alfred, as the injured men were laid side by side. "I have heard that they have first aid packages in machines of this kind," said Ralph, as he sprang toward the remains of the machine. "I have it," he cried, as he leaped over the wrecked pieces. "Here is--a--_Restorative_, whatever that is,--half a wineglass at a time,--where's the wineglass?" "Give each a good swallow of it," said Alfred, as he raised up the head of the one first rescued. The other man opened his eyes. "Lieutenant!" he said. Then, as he gazed at the boys, he seemed to smile, and as Alfred held up the bottle he feebly nodded. It seemed to revive him in a few moments, and he struggled to raise himself. "I feel better now, but something hurts my legs," he said. The lieutenant opened his eyes, and quietly looked at the boys without speaking. "Can I do anything for you?" said Alfred. "Is Jack hurt?" he asked. "Yes; but he is all right," said Ralph. "Here I am; still on top," said Jack, as he slightly turned, and moved his hand toward the lieutenant. "And what are you boys doing here?" asked the lieutenant. "On our way to Paris," said Alfred. "But where did you get the uniforms?" asked the officer. "Why, we've been in the Belgian army, and were in several fights," said Ralph proudly. The lieutenant's face brightened into a smile, which quickly changed to one of pain. An ambulance stopped alongside with startling suddenness, for the boys had been too busy to notice that the watchers at the hangars had signaled for assistance. The men were carefully carried to the van, and as they were about to start the lieutenant motioned to the doctor in charge, and said: "I want the boys to come along with us." CHAPTER II IN THE AVIATION CAMP Once inside the ambulance the boys had an opportunity to watch the doctors, as they removed the clothing from the men, and began a search for the location and nature of the injuries. It was a gratification to be able to assist in this work. Jack's legs were both broken, and the lieutenant's chest, back and right arm were bruised and clotted with blood. "I think they are all right," said the doctor in charge. "But it's awfully hard breathing," said the lieutenant. "You must have had a pretty good weight on top of you," remarked the doctor.