"But if we land here we will all be taken prisoners."
"Our lines must be ten miles away," said Jacques. "What can we do?"
"It won't hold us that far you think?" asked Earl anxiously.
"I am sure it won't."
"Can't we try it?"
"It would be foolish," said Jacques firmly. "Unless we land at once that wing may collapse and then we shall go spinning towards the earth just as fast as did those Germans."
"You know best," exclaimed Leon. "I hate to think of being taken to some German prison camp though."
"Perhaps we can make repairs," said Jacques. Carefully he descended, now and then casting an anxious look towards the weakened support. Below was a heavily wooded valley with only an occasional small clearing where a tiny farm appeared.
"Can we land all right?" inquired Earl.
"We can with luck," replied Jacques grimly.