Air Service Boys in the Big Battle

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!