Then, swift as hornet darts, fire-spitting eagles fought;
Wheeling high and sweeping low, hailed lead on foe.
“Quick as the light” Le Claire, ere seconds passed, had two,
Falling like shrieking crows to death, three miles below.
Parcontal, nearly caught, feigning right, wheeled to left;
And so met another foe on him descending.
His gun spoke balls of fire, flashing true to the mark.
One more Hun fell in flames, leaving but smoke.
Three were down, four remained; Cael was apart with three,
Met and surrounded at each swoop and turn.