This started a laugh, followed by the usual discussion on the different terms used by various people.
"You may be the right one after all," said Alfred. "We lived in England for a time, and I remember once going into a grocery with father who wanted to get some fruit. He asked for a can of peaches, and the clerk replied: 'Ah! you mean tinned peaches!'
"Yes; that was correct," said the man.
"The clerk handed down the article, and the label on the outside said: 'American Canning Co.' I always supposed the goods were canned, not tinned," replied Ralph, laughing.
"My word! I never thought of that before! I dare say you may be right," was the reply.
It was evident from the activity in the camp the next morning that something unusual was at hand. At eight o 'clock Ralph burst into the lean-to, which extended out from the hole-in-the-ground shelter, which they called the boudoir, with the startling information that two aeroplanes were hovering about.
"What! are they Germans?" asked Alfred, as he leaped up.
"No, indeed; one is a Farman, and the other is a Bruegot: I imagine from that there will be some special observation work on hand," answered Ralph, as they moved out of the shadow of the trees, so as to get a good view of them.
"Why are they settling down on that side of the hill?" asked Alfred, as an officer appeared.
"That is the only available landing place near by," was the answer.