"I'll bet that's a Morane," said Ralph, as they rolled around over the blankets, preparatory to getting up.
"They are out pretty early in the morning," said Alfred.
"Got to be out promptly before any of the Boches are able to come over and take observations," said the sergeant, in the adjoining van.
"Oh, yes; I had forgotten about that," replied Alfred. "What time will the fireworks begin?"
"As soon as the observations are completed," replied the sergeant.
"Any particular set of fellows on the other side you are going to wipe out?" asked Ralph.
"You bet! We're going to make Devil's Cut a promenade for a health resort," replied the sergeant.
"Then I'm with you," said Alfred, springing out of his bunk.
The ten machines in the air inspired the boys as they glanced aloft. "I rather have a longing to return to that business," said Alfred, pointing upwardly.