“’Ow you like?” he asked.
“I—I guess. I’ll tell you after a while” rejoined Jack, with suspended judgment.
The earth lay far below them now, although it was still light enough to see the fields marked off like the squares on a chess board and the countless fires of the Germans that dotted the landscape almost as far as could be seen. At every one of them were men, who, if any accident befell the machine and it had to descend, would make things very interesting for the air travelers.
Jack could not help thinking of this as the aeroplane flew steadily along, her motor buzzing with an even sound that told all was going well. But he knew they were not out of danger yet.
A hundred things might befall before they arrived safely in Louvain.
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE BULLY OF THE CLOUDS.
And then all at once the danger came.
Ahead of them loomed, in the darkness, for the moon had not yet risen, a bulking dark form.
An exclamation burst from the Frenchman’s lips.