I heard from the old home town of Gridley that you and Hazelton had gone across---something to do with welfare work.

I couldn't make it out," Dick hurried on," neither did I know where to address you." "That's just it, though!" exclaimed Tom Reade, with a happy laugh.
"Welfare work explains it to a dot.

We're working for the welfare of the world by helping to kill as many Huns as possible!" "But how came you to be here ?" "I might ask as much of you, Dick, as you and I appear to be in exactly the same boat." It looked rather ungrateful toward the old peasant who had brought these old, old friends together, but for a few moments both forgot him.

When they remembered him they found that the old man had gone, closing the door.
Then Dick told what had befallen him, after which Reade explained that, three nights before, on a night flight over the German lines, his plane had been damaged by a fragment of shell from an anti-aircraft gun.

Reade had been obliged to descend some forty miles behind the German front lines.