As neither of them had ever been out of the United States before it w»s only natural that they should feel an interest in everything around them. The England of to-day, from one end of the country to the other, is like an armed camp.
The boys were thrilled to see men in uniform and sailors from the fighting ships everywhere they looked. For the first time they began to feel that they were now getting near the front. Everything seemed to bespeak action. Artillery moved through the streets; while great tractors that were armed and looked like moving monsters, crawled along the roads, heading for the docks, to be shipped to some fighting field.
The boys saw everything with the deepest interest. Their enthusiasm instead of flagging grew more and more intense.
"All this makes me crazy to be over in France and finishing my education as an aviator," Jack cried, as they saw some crates being placed aboard a vessel; crates which they could see contained parts of airplanes.
"Given three more days, and our wish will have been granted," Tom told him.
"We ought to be in London before noon today," continued Jack.
"And if all goes well we'll be on our way
