The Army Boys looked at each other regretfully.
"Score one for the Huns," remarked Frank. "You'd have lost your nickel, Bart."
"It's too bad," said Billy, as he straightened up and shook, his fist at the victorious plane.
But to the boys' amazement, the conqueror, instead of flying off toward his own lines, was coming down toward them in long sweeping spirals.
"Why, it looks as if he were going to land here!" exclaimed Billy in wonder.
"If he does, we'll have the satisfaction of taking him prisoner anyway," observed Bart.
"It must be that his own plane is injured and he has to descend," suggested Frank.
But there was no sign of injury to the descending plane and it seemed to be in perfect control. Swiftly and steadily it came down, and a cry of astonishment broke from the boys as they saw that it bore American markings.
"How's that?" exclaimed Frank. "There's been a fearful mistake somewhere. This fellow has downed a French plane thinking that it was German."
"He'll be court-martialed for that or I miss my guess," said Bart with a frown.