"The Doc. is right," agreed the Colonel.
"You bet," seconded the Cap. "Some speech that—eh, what?"
There was a ripping sound in the distance, followed by the crash of an exploding shell. In the silence that followed the hum of an approaching plane could be heard. "Bombs!" warned the Colonel.
Bittleson appeared. "Excuse me, Sir, Madame Deswaerts presents her compliments and says would the gentlemen please come down into the cellar till the aeroplanes pass over?"
"All right Bittleson," agreed the Colonel, as they got up and strolled cellarwards.