wn 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."

"Ah, it is nothing. _Voila_! What would you have?" and Voissard
shrugged his shoulders. "They are but beasts and they fight as the
beasts--they run, too, as the beasts! _n'est ce pas_?"

"Well, two of 'em tried to run, but we landed 'em!" exclaimed Roger,
with a laugh. "We just took 'em to the r