Gently the little craft glided toward the earth; and now the boys could make out the objects below.
On all sides, stretching out as far as the eye could see, was a mighty mass of moving men.
“Germans?” asked Chester anxiously.
“We’ll soon see,” replied Hal briefly.
It was apparent now that those below, realizing that the aircraft was falling, would not fire at it again. With upturned eyes thousands of men watched the flight of the little plane, as it soared down among them.
Hal looked closely at the men, as the machine drew near the ground, and then exclaimed:
“No, they are not Germans; Russians, that’s what they are.”
Chester raised a feeble cheer.
“Hurrah!” he shouted.
Marquis, aroused by the sound of the lad’s voices, arose and stretched. Even he seemed pleased.