"Who are we?" he asked.
"Ralph and myself; we were up with him."
The lieutenant was being taken from the machine when the surgeon arrived. Restoratives were at once applied, and within a half hour the attack seemed to wear itself away, and he began to show a normal color.
His eyes rested on Alfred when he awoke from the first quiet nap, and raising his hand approvingly said: "That was a good job, Alfred; couldn't have been better."
"What do you mean?" asked Alfred.
"You brought us down all right, I mean," he replied.
"Oh, Ralph did that," was the reply of Alfred.
"Well, no matter; you fellows didn't get rattled; that's the main thing," said the lieutenant.
An incident of this kind could not remain a secret long in a camp of this character. The Commandant took particular occasion to commend them for their performance, and it was a long step in their favor when the corps moved to the north to take its place in the great aviation camp directly south of Verdun.