Ruth Fielding Homeward Bound / A Red Cross Worker's Ocean Perils

eline and far west of the sector in which his division had been fighting for a month. This div

man brought him to a town which had been already bombarded half a dozen

to be found, all along the streets the American captain saw posters announcing Cave Vo?teé with the num

le might easily find shelter whenever the German Fokkers or Tauben appeared. Naturally, as t

up in the town. Just outside the place were the camps of three flying escadrilles, side by sid

road show. With each camp were ten or twelve covered motor-trucks with their t

ven pilots; two mechanicians to take care of each airplane, besides others for general repair work; and chauffeurs

im at college. Not all of his class had gone to the Plattsburg officer's traini

ou can stay a day or two," they t

rned Tom. "Thanks! I've seen plenty of air-fights from the trench

in this new, swift machine of mine (it's one of the first from home, with a liberty motor) we can jump into any ruction

ke his friend up. The commander of the squadron had no special orders for the next day. He agre

seemed to Tom as though he had scarcely closed his eyes when an orderly shook him and told him

assed the kitchen a bare-armed cook thrust a hu

Captain, you'll be peckish," the

ossibility of lurking Huns in the sky. He ran into the orderly, the man who had awakened him, who was coming back t

'd backed out," chuc

Tom cheerfully. "I stopped fo

, have you?" asked Stillinger. "I don't want to zoom th

med Tom. "What's the

Oh, there is a new language to learn

aid Tom. "This is merely a try-out. Just te

is the most common accident that can happen when one is up in the air in one of these planes. But even if th

airplane was aimed by Ralph Stillinger for the upper reaches of the air. The

bservation man, or the photographer, usually have to do duty for speech. Nor is there much happen

d tape. The earth was just a blur of colors-browns and grays, with misty blues in the distance. The human eye unaided could not distinguish many objects as far as the prospe

ad from where he sat, reached the two-thousand mark. His eyes were shining now through the

the sun causes those disturbances in the upper atmosphere strata that the French pilots ca

under the throbbing of the heavy motor-a motor which was

ce. This would be something to tell the girls about. He would wire Ruth that he had made the tr

uely he could mark the curve of miles upon mil

l the unexpectedness of a similar fall in an express elevator. She halted abruptly and

ned, open-mouthed, upon his friend the pilot. But before he could yel

ed Tom at last. "Wh

Stillinger in return.

sure that he liked it at all! But