A little group stood in the street below.
“What was that?” the form in the window was shouting in a peremptory voice.
“German aeroplane just dropped a bomb, Major,” came a breathless voice in reply.
“Why the devil don't he close that window?” a voice was muttering all the while. “Juss a target for 'em to aim at... a target to aim at.”
“Any damage done?” asked the major.
Through the silence the snoring of the motors sing-songed ominously overhead, like giant mosquitoes.
“I seem to hear more,” said the major, in his drawling voice.
“O yes sir, yes sir, lots,” answered an eager voice.
“For God's sake tell him to close the window, Lieutenant,” muttered another voice.
“How the hell can I tell him? You tell him.”