Amos was wearing a broad smile now. It seemed to him all things must be working together for their benefit, and that before a great while he would meet this brother face to face, when he could tell him how the cloud had been magically removed from his name at home, and with what deep anxiety his father was waiting to welcome him and ask his forgiveness. “What a lucky thing it was this old tire of yours had to go down and need fixing, Miss,” he said, with considerable feeling. “Only for that we wouldn’t have met you, or learned this bit of good news.” “Get busy and finish your job, Amos,” said Jack. “Time is worth something to many a poor wounded Tommy Atkins lying out there on the field, where we saw them falling like ripe grain.” “That’s a fact,” declared the other, again dropping down on hands and knees so as to continue his labors. “I was forgetting that others are concerned in this business besides myself. It’s nearly finished, and I think will hold as good as new. Jack, try and find out if you can where we’d likely run across Frank about this time.” The nurse did not know, in fact she had not seen the air pilot since that time when she looked after his hurts, after his return from his long raid up along the fortified banks of the Rhine over Cologne and beyond. “One thing you can depend on,” she did tell them, “wherever there is most need of a fearless aviator there you are apt to find him, whether it happens to be in Flanders, with the French along the Aisne, far over in the frozen mountain regions of the Vosges in Alsace, or even along the Dardanelles, where they have commenced to batter their way through to Constantinople.” To hear such words said of his own brother must have thrilled Amos. He worked away, and soon arose, saying: “It’s all done, Miss, and as good as any one might manage it. I reckon you’ll get along with that tire for some time now.” “I wish I knew how to repay you two noble boys for doing what you have,” the grateful Red Cross nurse said, with earnestness. “I think you have more than repaid us as it is,” declared Jack, “in giving us the news you did about my chum’s brother.” Amos looked a little confused, as though he hardly knew how what he meant to say might be taken; still he was very set in his ways, and once he had allowed a thing to get a grip on his mind he could not be easily discouraged. “Perhaps I’m bold to mention such a thing, Miss,” he started to say, “but after we went to all the trouble to plaster him up, somehow we seem to take a personal interest in that German.” “I don’t seem to follow you,” she said, as she climbed upon the seat of the ambulance again, alongside the Belgian boy chauffeur who was ready to once more guide the car of mercy along its way to the field hospital, where its ghastly cargo could be taken aboard.