by Gordon Bates
CHAPTER III
TRAILED
"You made us tell our troubles first, now it's time the Twinkle Twinstook a turn at talking," Bob presently suggested.
The _garcon_ having at last been allowed to take the dinner order ofthe new arrivals, a brief lull in conversation had ensued.
"Oh, we haven't much to tell," Jack responded lightly. "We made good ina hurry at Berkley. You can't keep a good man down, you know."
"A couple of good men," insinuated genial Jerry.
"Twins that are equal to the same twin, are equal to each other,"supplied Jimmy, smilingly misquoting a well-known axiom in geometry.
"That's us." Jack beamed widely. "We hunt in couples. There's only onedrawback. Some day when I go up in a Nieuport and bring down a Zep,Jerry'll probably get the credit for it."
"You mean it'll be just the other way round," retorted Jerry.
"It's a sore subject. Let's can it. Where was I when my beloved twinbutted in? Oh, yes. We did pretty well at Berk. As soon as we showed'em, we put up a howl to go over. We kept it up, too. They got so sickof us, they shipped us out of the States to get rid of us.
"We had a peach of a voyage over. Fine weather, and neither of usseasick. We were used to the old pond, you know. When we landed wewere sent to an American aviation station near Paris. We've been thereever since. That's only a few weeks, though. We've been studying likeanything, and making a few flights. Haven't yet had a chance to go outon a real fighting expedition."
"Emile's trying to get us transferred to the French Flying Corps,"put in Jerry eagerly. "We pestered him about it until he promised inself-defense. We want to fly a Farman or a Nieuport. It's hard to geton the Nieuport squad. We'll have to do a lot of practice work beforewe're ready to handle one."
"Emile thinks we can make good," Jack declared jubilantly. "Don't youold coz?"
"Yes. These two have greatly surprised me." Voissard directed this lastto the Khaki Boys. "I did not know they had enlisted in the aviationcorps until they wrote me from the American station in France. I amnot sure that a transfer to the French Flying Corps can be arranged.However, these boys were born in France, and of French and Englishparents. This fact will, perhaps, be of much help in arranging thetransfer."
"We feel nearer to France, somehow, than to the U. S., even thoughwe've lived in the States a good deal," explained Jack. "We should havepiked over here and signed up with the French Flying Corps in the firstplace. It would have saved a lot of red tape."
"Leave it to old Emile," was Jerry's disrespectfully affectionatecomment. "We should worry. Let Emile do it."
"You see!" Cousin Emile's eyebrows and shoulders went into amused play.
"They're a lucky pair of twins," was Bob's hearty rejoinder.
"Not yet," demurred Jack. "Wait until we're 'aces.'"
"And after that '_Communiques_,'" added Jerry soulfully.
"To be an 'ace' you have to kill five Boche flyers, and bringdown their planes," explained Jack. "Ten is the number to be a'_Communique_.' Emile is four times a '_Communique_' and five to boot.He's clipped forty-five Boche birds of their wings and lives. Somerecord! He has medals enough to cover his chest, only he won't wear'em. He's the 'Flying Terror of France,' all right."
With one accord the Khaki Boys fixed wondering eyes on the "FlyingTerror of France." His sky-blue uniform flaunted but two of the manyemblems of valor he had daringly won.
His honors appeared not to trouble him in the least. He merely smiledand said in his inimitable way:
"I have been fortunate. It cannot continue." He shrugged faintly."Our career in the air is, of a truth, brief. The danger is great,but the reward greater. When we have, as the English say, 'done ourbit,' France has many more ready to replace us. That is, indeed, of asatisfaction."
A momentary silence reigned as the aviator ceased speaking. His calmdisregard of self brought home anew to the Khaki Boys the gallant,indomitable spirit of France in the great war. Each cherished thesecret hope that he, too, should never be found wanting in the highquality of loyalty to the cause which Voissard possessed to such adegree.
Apparently desirous of leading the conversation away from himself,Cousin Emile began asking the Khaki Boys numerous interested questionsconcerning their training in America. Though his eyes frequently restedon Jimmy, to whom he had taken a decided fancy, he slighted no one ofthem.
Bob's humorous manner and breezy speech evidently amused himconsiderably. Quick to note this, Bob laid himself out to beentertaining, and succeeded to the extent of making the great man laughin a delightfully boyish fashion that put his somewhat awed group ofsoldier admirers quite at their ease. Voissard was, after all, "just agood fellow."
The reappearance of the waiter with the dinner, ordered by the TwinkleTwins and Cousin Emile, reminded the five Brothers that considerabletime had passed since they had finished their own meal.
"It's after eight," Jimmy Blaise announced regretfully, after a glanceat his wrist watch. "We'll have to be moving along. If we were backin the U. S. now, we'd hang on till the last drop of the hat and thenhot-foot it. But not in gay Paree, with the gay knocked out of it bythe Boche scrap. If we get back to the station O. K., and on the righttrain, we'll think ourselves some smart little Sammies."
"Oh, that's too bad!" exclaimed Jack ruefully. "Why beat it so soon?You don't have to be back in camp before midnight, do you?"
"We're free till then, but we'd rather not risk starting any later,"Roger answered. "We don't know Paris as well as you do."
"It's a blooming shame," deplored Jerry. "We wanted to take you aroundwith us for a while after dinner."
"Maybe we'll have a chance to come up to Paris again," was Bob'shopeful reply.
The Khaki Boys had now risen most reluctantly, and were about to saygood-bye.
"We'll try to run down to your camp to see you," promised Jack. "We'llsend you a line beforehand."
The twins and their distinguished cousin were now on their feet.
"Make it soon, then," stipulated Jimmy:. "We think we're going to startfor the front before long. 509th Infantry's ours, you know. You won'thave much trouble finding us."
"If it happens that we don't see you again there, we'll hope to meetyou somewhere back of the firing line," declared Schnitzel earnestly."I've surely enjoyed meeting the Twinkle Twins.
"And you, sir." He turned to Voissard. "It has been a great honor to meto shake your hand."
"_Merci._ I have also much enjoyed this hour with my American Allies,"responded Voissard graciously.
He offered his hand to Schnitzel, then in turn to each of the otherfour Brothers, all of whom expressed their warm pleasure of the meeting.
Jimmy came last. As the two men clasped hands their eyes again metand again exchanged that silent message of friendliness. A generalhand-shaking with the Twinkle Twins followed, then the Khaki Boys saida last good-bye and left the restaurant.
"Shall we walk or hail a taxi?" asked Bob, as they stepped out into thestreet. "The full moon is on the job to-night. We can see our way alongeven though this burg is shy on street lights."
Since the beginning of the war Paris had shown few street lights afternightfall. Due to the fiendish Boche practice of making nocturnal airraids for the purpose of dropping bombs, principally upon defenselesswomen and innocent little children, every possible precaution had beentaken to guard this city against the inhuman cruelty of an ignoble foe.
"We'd better ride," decided prudent Roger. "It will be quicker andwe'll run no chance of losing our way. Here comes a taxi now. Hail it,Blazes. You know how to _parlez-vous_."
Immediately complying, Jimmy signaled the driver of the machine. Amoment's shrewd bargaining with the latter regarding the fare to thestation, and Jimmy motioned his bunkies to step into the motor car.
None of the five observed, as they entered the vehicle, that a man hademerged from the shadows of a neighboring building and signaled anothertaxicab just driving up to the curb. In consequence, they were notaware that
the second taxicab was sedulously keeping on the trail oftheir own.
