CONTENTS
CHAPTER I. BAD NEWS FROM THE AIR
CHAPTER II. A GIRL'S APPEAL
CHAPTER III. ANXIOUS WAITING
CHAPTER IV. TRANSFERRED
CHAPTER V. THE RESOLVE
CHAPTER VI. IN PARIS
CHAPTER VII. THE AMERICAN FRONT
CHAPTER VIII. A BATTLE IN THE AIR
CHAPTER IX. THE FALLING GLOVE
CHAPTER X. STUNTS
CHAPTER XI. OVER THE LINES
CHAPTER XII. A PERFECT SHOT
CHAPTER XIII. A DARING SCHEME
CHAPTER XIV. WILL THEY SUCCEED?
CHAPTER XV. BADLY HIT
CHAPTER XVI. JUST IN TIME
CHAPTER XVII. A CRASH
CHAPTER XVIII. GETTING A ZEPPELIN
CHAPTER XIX. ON PATROL
CHAPTER XX. CAPTURED
CHAPTER XXI. THE CLEW
CHAPTER XXII. NELLIE'S RESOLVE
CHAPTER XXIII. THE BIG BATTLE
CHAPTER XXIV. SILENCING THE GERMAN GUNS
CHAPTER XXV. THE RESCUE
“Well, Tom, how's your head now?”
“How's my head? What do you mean? There's nothing the matter with my head,” and the speaker, who wore the uniform of a French aviator, glanced up in surprise from the cot on which he was reclining in his tent near the airdromes that stretched around a great level field, not far from Paris.
“Oh, isn't there?” questioned Jack Parmly, with a smile. “Then I beg your pardon for asking, my cabbage! I beg your pardon, Sergeant Raymond!”
Tom Raymond, whose, chum had addressed him by the military title, looked curiously at his companion, and smiled at the appellation of the term cabbage. It was one of the many little tricks picked up by association with their French flying comrades, of speaking to a friend by some odd, endearing term. It might be cucumber or rose, cabbage or cart wheel—the words mattered not, it was the meaning back of them.
“Say, is anything the matt