High Adventure

toward-home! It comes in richer glow, if hazardous work has been done, after moments of strain, uncertainty, when the result of a combat sways back an

, decided to stalk them in their lairs. The clouds were at the right altitude for this, and there were gaps in them over which we could hover, examining roads, railroads, villages, cantonments. The danger of attack was neg

hospital, mistaking it for an aviation field. It was housed in bessonneau hangars, and had none of the marks of a hospital excepting a large red cross in the middle of the field. Fortunately we saw this before any of us had fired, and passed on over it at a low altitude to attack a train. There is a

and the result was, that while cruising leisurely along, with motor throttled down, watching the swift changes of light over a wide expanse of cloud, I lost sig

lding, brilliantly lighted. This was evidence enough that I was a good way from the lines. Unshielded windows were never to be seen near the front. I spiraled slowly down over this building, examining, as well as I could, the ground behind it, and decided to risk a landing. A blind chance and blind luck attended it. In broad day, Drew hit the only post in a field five hu

out, "Bonsoir, messieurs!" Then I heard some one say, "Ich glaube-" losing the rest of it in the sound of tramping feet and an unde

girl, to "look at the pretty clouds." I saw in front of me a long captivity embittered by this thought. Not only this: my Spad was intact. The Germ

ght, for an officer to tell them what to do. I took off my leather gloves, then my silk ones under them, and

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"?a va, monsieur? Pas de mal?" By way of answer I lighted a match and held it out, torch fashion. The light glistened

stily. He didn't understand at first that I tho

an laugh more heartily. Then he explained and I la

loser to Paris than I am to the enemy first-line trenches. In a little while the sergeant with the round red face and the long French bayonet, whose guest I am for

nt for this ?sthetic indulgence, have been overtaken by darkness and compelled to land in strange country, only to have your machine immediately surrounded by German soldiers; then, having taken the desperate resolve that they shall not have possession of your old battle-scarred avion as well as of your person, when you

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