At hearing these words Jack began to show a sudden interest.
"If you know anything about us, Lieutenant!" he exclaimed eagerly, "you ought to understand that we"ve always been willing to tackle any job coming our way."
"This one," continued the other gravely, "promises to be an unusually dangerous enterprise that if successful, will be sure to win the crew of the big bombing plane tremendous honors and perhaps rapid advancement."
"You"re only exciting us more and more by saying that," said Tom.
"Suppose you explain what it is, and then we could decide whether we"d want to join you or not."
"My sentiments exactly," added Jack.
Lieutenant Beverly looked from one face to the other. He seemed to be mentally weighing the chances of his ever being able to run across two more promising candidates for the honor of sharing his secret than the pair of ambitious lads then in touch with him. As though his decision was taken he suddenly exclaimed:
"It"s a go, then! I"ll let you into my little secret, which so far hasn"t been shared by a single living man. Then later on you can decide if you care to accept the risk for the sake of the glory success would bring, as well as striking a blow for the flag we all love!"
CHAPTER III
A BOLD PROJECT
"Pitch in, please!" urged the impatient Jack Parmly.
"Listen, then, boys," commenced the other earnestly. "You doubtless know that I"ve got more money than is good for any single man to handle? Well, I"ve squandered a small bunch of it in having a wonderful plane made and sent abroad. Of course it"s intended to be handed over to the Government in due course of time, but with the proviso that they allow me to engineer the first long flight in it."
"That sounds interesting, Lieutenant," admitted Jack, apparently considerably impressed.
"Tell us some more about it, please," urged the practical Tom.
"It"s possibly by long odds the largest bombing plane that so far has ever been built, even beating those big Cap.r.o.ni machines of Italy that can carry a dozen in the crew. This Martin bomber can be run by three hands, although several more might be used if the right kind were found.
Its possibilities in the way of distance and continued flight can hardly be estimated, since all depends on the cargo carried. The less crew, the more petrol and bombs to make up the load."
"Yes, we get that, Lieutenant," said Jack, as the other paused briefly, possibly to get his breath, and then again because he wished the information to sink slowly into their minds.
"With this monster biplane I a.s.sure you it will be an easy matter to fly all the way to Berlin, bomb the city so as to terrify the inhabitants even as they tried to do to Londoners, turn around, and return here without touching ground once; yes, and if necessary, repeating the trip."
Jack showed intense excitement, while Tom too was deeply interested.
"We knew that thing would soon arrive," the latter said; "and they say the Germans are getting cold feet already with the prospect before them.
But it"s come a little sooner than I, for one, expected. What"s your big scheme, Lieutenant?"
"Berlin or bust?" chanced Jack explosively.
"You"ve hit the right nail on the head, Parmly," admitted the other, with a nod of appreciation. "I mean to show that it can be done. Just as soon as I can get that big bomber here, and the permission to take on the job, well start some fine night for Berlin and give Heine the jolt of his life."
Jack thrust out his hand impulsively.
"You can count for one on my going, Lieutenant; that is, provided I get permission from the boss!" he announced promptly.
"I"m inclined to say the same," Tom added quietly, though his face displayed an eagerness he did not otherwise betray.
With that Lieutenant Beverly squeezed a hand of each.
"I mean to start things going shortly," he told them. "And you"ll surely hear from me, for I must keep track of you boys."
"Where is the big Martin bomber now, did you say?" asked Jack.
"I didn"t mention the fact, but it lies hidden in a special hangar on the French coast, not a great distance from Dunkirk," came the answer. "I have a special guard watching it, and my mechanics keep everything ready for any sudden call. Right now she"s tuned up to top-notch pitch, and a full supply of gas is kept on hand all the time, as well as everything needed in the way of supplies. That"s where money talks."
Jack looked his admiration, and then burst out with:
"You"re sure a dandy, Lieutenant Beverly, and if ever you undertake that wonderful trip to Berlin and back I only hope I have the great good luck to be aboard."
"Consider it settled then," he was told. "And now that I"ve found my comrades for the venture I can go about further details, and start getting the consent of Headquarters to the enterprise. One of these nights Berlin is going to get a shock that may help bring the war to a speedy close."
"Here"s our dugout," said Tom. "We"re going back to work again after I"ve bandaged Jack"s finger, for he gave it an ugly scratch when handling the gun, he doesn"t himself know just how. Can we do anything further for you right now, Lieutenant?"
"Thank you, nothing, Raymond. I shall get on nicely. I"ll rest up a day or so while things are simmering connected with that big affair. Of course it"s to be a great secret among the three of us; not another soul knows anything about my project or the giant bombing plane I had shipped over to France."
"That"s understood, and we"re as mum as a couple of clams," Jack told him; and so they separated, little dreaming at the moment what a remarkable series of circ.u.mstances were fated to arise that would bring them together for the carrying out of an enterprise greater than anything as yet recorded in the annals of aerial exploits.
Tom and Jack were back on the field before half an hour had elapsed, making a fresh start for the clouds, just as eager as ever to have some adventurous Hun airman accept their challenge and give them battle.
For a whole hour did they fly back and forth in the disputed territory between the two armies. Far beneath they could see by the aid of the powerful binoculars marching columns of soldiers, all heading toward the northwest. These they knew to be the German forces, making one of their regular daily retreats in fairly good order.
Behind them the Hun armies left innumerable nests of machine-gunners to dispute the advance of the Yankee battalions, and hold them in check, even at the price of utter annihilation. Many times the men selected for this sacrifice to the Fatherland held grimly on until they were completely wiped out by the sweep of the Americans.
Occasionally one of the Yankee pilots, provoked because none of the enemy dared to accept the gauge of battle he flung before them, would swoop down and try to make a target of these marching columns. Then for a brief period there would be exciting work, with the machine gun of the scurrying plane splashing its spray of bullets amidst the scurrying soldiers, and the daring pilot in return taking their volleys.
Perhaps, if the boldness of the Americans caused them to take too great chances, there might be one less plane return to its starting point that day; and the report would be brought in that the pilot had "met his fate in the discharge of his duty."
Wearied at length of the useless task, the Air Service Boys finally gave it up for that afternoon. Jack in particular showed signs of keen disappointment, for he always chafed under inaction.
"There was some talk of another raid for tonight, you remember, Tom," he said, when they once more alighted and gave the plane over into the charge of the hostlers; "and if it turns out that way I only hope we"re detailed to go along to guard the bombers. It"s growing worse and worse right along these days, when Fritz seems to have gotten cold feet and refuses to accept a dare."
"I see fellows reading letters," remarked Tom suddenly. "Let"s hope there is something for us."
"It"s been a long time since I heard from home," sighed Jack. "I certainly hope everything is going on well in old Virginia these days.
There"s Captain Peters waving something at us right now, Tom!"
"Letters, Jack, and a sheaf of them at that!"
"Come on, let"s run!" urged the impatient one, suiting his actions to the words by starting off on a gallop.
Tom took it a little more slowly so that when he arrived and received his letters from the aviation instructor, who happened to be in the camp at the time, Jack was already deeply immersed in one which he had received.
It was late in the afternoon. The sun hung low in the west, looking fiery red, which promised a fair day on the morrow. Once he had his letters, however, Tom paid but scant attention to anything else.