CHAPTER X
AN EAGLE'S TALONS
"What's that?" gasped Ned as the cry from beneath the airship reached his ears. "That's too close to come from the ground!"
"It must be Jack!" was Dave's startled exclamation. "He's not in the aeroplane and I can't imagine where he may be!"
"Didn't he get aboard when we started?" queried Ned.
"I thought he did," Harry responded instantly. "I was busy stowing things out of our way, though, and wasn't paying much attention."
"I missed him just a moment ago," stated Dave excitedly. "Where can he have gone? Do you suppose he is captured by the Germans?"
"I hope not," Ned replied. "Maybe he missed getting aboard and is with those fellows down there who are doing the shooting."
"Give me the glasses from that pocket beside you, Dave," requested Harry. "Perhaps I can see the party well enough to distinguish him."
At the instant Harry leaned over the edge of the car for the purpose of getting a better view of the field they had so recently occupied another shot rang out from below. Mingled with the report were shouts and exclamations from several of the soldiers.