An airman remarked grimly: "The Yankees are migrating to Europe.
Perhaps their eagles are coming too."
"To pick our bones," added another.
And another man said laughingly to Von Dresslin:
"Fritz, did you see in that downfall of the British enemy, and the dramatic appearance of a Yankee eagle in his place, anything significant?"
"By gad," cried another airman, "we had John Bull by his fat throat, and were choking him to death. And now—the Americans!"
"If I dared cross the border and shoot that Yankee eagle to-morrow," began another airman; but they all knew it wouldn't do.
One said: "Do you suppose, Von Dresslin, that the bird we see is the one you saw a year ago?"
"It is possible."
"An American white-headed eagle?"
"I feel quite sure of it."