"The moon has set."
"Has it? I can't see anything from here. How about helping me back into my seat?"
With a great deal of effort and not without some pain and a few groans on the part of the battered young soldier he finally was able, with his brother's help, to resume his proper place. The night wind blowing full in his face was most refreshing and served to clear his head and revive his tired brain.
"Are we still behind the German lines?" he inquired.
"Leon wants to know if we are still behind the German lines," Earl shouted to Jacques.
"We are," said Jacques, "and if you'll look down below you'll see something interesting. Up ahead there."
Both brothers peered eagerly down through the darkness and in the direction Jacques had indicated. At first they saw nothing, not even a light of any sort, but after a moment they discovered what it was that their pilot had in mind.
Far below and some distance in front of them they saw something that at first they were unable to understand. Every moment or so a spark or a shower of sparks shot into the air and then quickly faded.
"What is it?" demanded Leon.
"Rockets, I guess," said Earl.