“Oh! he’s been struck, and is falling!” exclaimed Amos in sudden terror.
“His machine has been put out of commission, it seems, but the pilot aims to coast down so he can land back of his own lines. And as sure as you live he’s doing it, too.”
They forgot everything else, because of their intense interest in the fate of the pilot of the stricken monoplane. A short time later Amos broke out with half a cheer, such was the excitement he was laboring under.
“Jack, he’s landed, don’t you think?”
“Reckon he has,” agreed the other.
“And safe behind the British lines.”
“You’re right there, Amos, because the place where he struck is some distance this side of the village. That brave fellow is all right, even if his machine was put out of commission.”
“But the others keep at work right along, Jack.”
“They direct the gunfire of both sides, to a considerable extent, and it would be a hard thing to get along without aeroplanes nowadays. This war has shown how useful they can be. But look over yonder. I do believe those are the British reserves we saw, going into action.”
“Oh! you’re right, Jack, for I glimpsed the Highlanders deploying behind that stone wall. And I think that must be the Canadian regiment charging with their bayonets.”