“We’ll take care of that, sir,” said Jimmy grimly.

“Come on, you fellows!  Hike!” ordered Roger to the captured airmen.  And a little later they were turned over to the proper authorities in the rear.  Some valuable plans and information concerning German movements were found on the prisoners, and their capture was regarded as important.  Jimmy and his chums received commendation, and were mentioned in the official reports of the day’s grim doings.

“And now we’d better be getting back,” suggested Jimmy, who was in charge of the prisoner squad.  “The fighting may start again any minute, and we don’t want to miss it.”

“I should say not!” cried Bob.  “Now that we can have a show for our white agate there’ll be some fun in it.  But to have to crouch down in a wood and let some one take pot shots at you from overhead isn’t my idea of a war at all.”

They were marching along a camouflaged road when they saw an American and a French machine coming down together on a level spot not far away.

“Wonder if they’re in trouble?” asked Roger.

“Doesn’t seem so,” answered Bob.  “They seem to have the planes under control.  But let’s go and see.  Maybe we can help.  They’ll surely need some attention after that fierce fighting.”

The two machines, one a single seater and the other a double, came to earth at the same time, and not far apart.  And at the sight of two aviators getting out of the American craft Jimmy gave a yell and exclaimed: 

“Well, if it isn’t the Twinkle Twins!  Good enough!  What do you know about that, fellows?  The Twinkle Twins were among those who saved our bacon this day!”

And it was, indeed, John and Gerald Twinkleton, otherwise known as Jack and Jerry, or the Twinkle Twins, who had emerged from the aeroplane.

“Well, of all good things!  Look, Jerry!” dried Jack.  “It’s the five Brothers!”

“Sure enough!  Oh, say, what are you fellows doing here?” asked Jerry.

“Same as you were—­disposing of some Boches,” answered Jimmy.  “Are you hurt?”

“Not a scratch, though our plane was hit a lot,” said Jack.  “But we ran out of gas, and had to come down here.  Glad we did, too, or we’d have missed seeing you.  Cousin Emile is in the same boat as ourselves.  Here he comes!  He’ll be glad to see you.”

And from the smaller plane there emerged an aviator whose very stride across the field told what he was—­a brave, intrepid man.  Such was Emile Voissard, cousin of the Twinkle Twins, and right well had he earned the title, “Flying Terror of France.”

“Ah, my American friends!” exclaimed Voissard, as he came over, acknowledging the greetings he received.  “I am glad to see you again.  It is good—­tres bien!” and he smiled.

“Well, say, it was good to see you and the other Frenchmen go at those Huns!” exclaimed Bob.  “If we had known the Twinkle Twins were up there among the Americans we’d have been worse scared than we were, when we saw the Germans getting the best of it.”