Indeed, after being for such a long time, weary hours after hours, confined in the big bombing plane, the relief was greatly appreciated by both Tom Raymond and Lieutenant Beverly, as well as by Jack Parmly.

“Now for the home town!” the last mentioned told his companions.  “And as near as I can figure it out there’s not a ghost of a chance that Cousin Randolph could have arrived before me.”

“For that matter I’m sure the French steamer must be still far out at sea, with a day or two’s journey ahead of her,” Colin assured him.

“Then it’s my game, provided we don’t run across some U. S. army authorities who’d want to know our names and hold us for investigation, which would knock everything flat.”

“We’re going to try to avoid all that bother,” Beverly assured him.  “It isn’t going to make us feel very proud of our achievement, since we have to hide our light under a bushel; but for one I don’t regret it.  No matter if we have to be punished for desertion, our motive was honorable; and they never will be able to deny us the credit of having made the longest flight on record in a heavier-than-air machine.”

“All the same,” urged Tom, “I’d rather keep quiet about that stunt, for the present at least.  I want to go back and finish the work over there.  If the Huns are going to be driven to the Rhine we ought to be doing our duty by Uncle Sam; which we couldn’t if shut up in the Government penitentiary at Fort Leavenworth, awaiting trial as deserters.”

“Here’s a plain trail that may lead us out of this region of scrub oaks, and to some farmer’s place!” the lieutenant exclaimed just then; and in their eagerness to get in touch with some one who would take them to the railroad they talked no further concerning the great flight and its possible serious consequences to them.

Half an hour afterwards they came to the home of a farmer, who was trying to make a living out of his isolated holdings, eking it out, as he informed them while his wife was getting up the best meal possible, by doing some terrapin hunting, and even trapping muskrats and such fur-bearing animals during the otherwise unprofitable winter months.

It was very comfortable to sit down once more to a table after being so long taking “snacks” at odd hours, and being cramped in the bombing plane.  And as the farmer’s wife had plenty of fresh eggs, which they told her not to stint, the generous omelet she produced was fully appreciated, flanked as it was by rashers of pretty fair bacon.

There were also some freshly made soda biscuits which had a true old-fashioned Southern taste, appreciated by Tom and Jack.  Lieutenant Beverly did not show any great liking for them; but he was a Northerner, brought up on baking-powder biscuits, so the others could understand his want of appreciation.

Taken all in all, they certainly enjoyed that first bite ashore after the completion of their memorable flight across the Atlantic.