Again the questioning finger pointed its interrogating tip hither and yon across the night sky. Others from below now joined it in its quest.
The firing from above, and the sight of the searchlight had been rightly guessed by the Germans encamped below. They knew that a hostile aircraft was above them and were helping in the search for it.
A sharp exclamation broke from the Frenchman. He bent and fumbled with some contrivance on the floor of the aeroplane.
There was a sharp click.
“What have you done?” asked Jack.
“I have released zee bomb.”
“The dickens!”
“Watch! Now you see!”
Fascinated, even in the midst of the awful danger they were facing high above the earth in the upper air, Jack leaned over and stared at a battery of searchlights sending out fan-shaped rays on every side.
He guessed this was the objective of de Garros’ bombs. He was right.