The third swoop and with an eye and hand in perfect accord John threw once and then twice. A terrific roar came from below. The giant cannon had been blown from its concrete bed and lay a vast mass of shattered steel and iron, with dead and dying men around it.
"One mighty blow for France!" exclaimed Lannes, and exultant they flew westward, dipping low, now and then behind the trees to hide their flight.
"Well consider it a good omen," said John.
"Are any of the Taubes pursuing now?" said Lannes.
"There's nothing in sight," replied John, after a long examination through the glasses.
"Then, they can't find us," exclaimed Lannes, joyfully, "and now for glorious Paris!"