"Mistake or not, I know the sing of a bullet by this time, and if that wasn't one that just passed us, I'll give up!"
"Watch out!" shouted Jack, peering through a pair of binoculars he had hurriedly seized. "He's aiming at us again!"
Again the peculiar sound as of quickly torn silk cloth greeted the ears of the boys. Jimmie involuntarily ducked his head.
"Perhaps we'd better slow up a bit, Ned, and see what this chap wants," suggested Harry anxiously. "This is a warm reception to France, I must say! Wonder if they always do this to newcomers?"
"Don't know, I'm sure," replied Ned as he slackened speed.
"Let's descend a little and see if he follows. Maybe we can land and he'll explain himself. Try it and see, Ned."
"Pick out a good spot and I'll make a landing," Ned replied.
"Here's a good one," Jimmie announced. "Come down in that field by the barn with the thatched roof. See, by that clump of trees."
"Sure I do! But do you notice how the houses are set close to the barns? How neat the country looks from this position!"