"Where away?" asked Ned, scanning the horizon eagerly.
"Almost dead ahead," replied Harry. "Just a little to the left and above that hill. It is just above the trees."
"I see it!" declared Ned. "I can't make out what it is like, though. It looks something like a biplane, but I'm not sure."
"That's what it is!" asserted Harry. "You've got good eyes!"
"Maybe it's some fellow from the aviation camp out for a trial run or else breaking in a new pilot," suggested Jimmie.
"If that's the case," Jack put in, "we are near the place. I'm glad of that! I'm interested in the idea of seeing the French craft."
"Keep your eyes open, then," advised Harry. "It looks as if we were going to cross the hill in a minute, and then we'll know!"
"I see them!" shouted Jack in a short time. "I see a lot of them! Oh-h-h!" exclaimed the boy excitedly, "there must be fifty machines, and all in the air at once! It looks like a beehive!"
"Just see those hangars!" was Ned's excited comment. "There must be nearly a hundred of them!" he continued in an awed tone.
"Not quite a hundred," laughed the General, "but there are quite a number. More machines are arriving daily, while others are either broken in practice or are sent away for duty at the front."