Ned nodded his head in response, and veered the planes a trifle.
Soon the people on the train became aware of the presence of their flying visitor. Heads were thrust out, but quickly withdrawn.
"Goodness!" cried Jimmie, aghast. "Just look at that, will you! Why," the lad continued in a horrified tone, "that whole train seems to be filled with injured persons. Every one is bandaged up!"
"Probably a train with wounded coming from the battle front," suggested Ned, giving a touch to the levers. "Let's get out of here!"
"I should say 'Yes'!" replied Jimmie, horrified at the sight of so many wounded men. "Why, they had a whole trainload of injured!"
"That's the way they injure them nowadays—by the trainload!" declared Jack. "They tell me those guns the Germans have are awful!"
"I guess they can't be much worse than the machine guns the French use!" put in Harry. "Six hundred shots a minute, I understand to be the capacity of one of the modern machine guns. That's going some!"
"And if the United States got into war with some nation, we'd probably have to see things just like this, with Americans instead of Frenchmen as the wounded!" shuddered Jimmie. "That is awful!"
"Well, what can you expect when a whole nation gets to shooting up another nation? They try to kill as many as they can!" said Ned.
"But I can't comprehend why they do it!" declared Jimmie emphatically. "It doesn't seem right! I think it is cruel!"