"North," she said briefly, watching the dust aloft.
"Luck's with us! Look at the east! If their High Command keeps his nose out of this place!—if he does!—Look at the east, little bell-mistress! It's all gold! There's pink up higher. I can see a faint tinge of blue, too. Can you?"
"I think so."
A minute dragged like a year in prison. Then:
"Try the wind again," he said in a strained voice.
"North."
"Oh, luck! Luck!" he muttered, slinging his[pg 254] sack of bombs over his shoulder. "We've got them! We've certainly got them! What's that! An airplane! Look, little girl—one of our planes is up. There's another! Which way is the wind?"
"North."
"Got 'em!" he snapped between his teeth. "Run over to the stairs. Listen! Is anybody coming up?"
"I can hear nothing."