Air Service Boys over the Atlantic; Or, The Longest Flight on Record

raft held off a little, fighting from afar, evidently thinking to accomplish their ends without taking too m

ain spot had been the most important training of those aboard these craft. They had been carefully selected from the ran

dron's activities, so that the speeding planes could be seen darting hither and thi

flares dropped by the bombers kept continually on fire. The bridge stood plainly out, and a keen eye, even without the aid of glasses,

op-notch by what he saw and heard. Tame indeed did most other incide

that the first huge bomb had struck; but with all that racket going

e little distance away from the terminus of the structure spanning the river. However, it did

hostile planes, though most of the other Yankee pilots seemed to

, Tom manipulating the plane, and Jack working the rap

blers, athletes, and trained animals were all performing in three rings at the same time. He had found it utt

feet below, where the bombs had started to burst, tearing great gaps in the ground c

f the four huge bombers. What chances they were taking, bent only

no matter if he were allowed to live to the age of Met

Gothas were discovered swinging in toward them as though ben

come to the point of self-preservation. The Hun airmen were playing a prearranged game of hunting in couples. While one made a feint at atta

ongue of a serpent. He also realized that the bullets were cutting through space all around them; and a splinter

pepper any of the enemy craft that came within range, regardless of consequences. To Tom must be left

the designs of their two foes. Wonderfully well did Tom manage his aerial steed. They swung this way and that

range movement to the plane that made him fear the motor had been struck. He also

followed them down, just as a hawk-might pursue its prey. When the American plane came out of the div

koned a point gained. Most of the fighting was going on above them, but Jack b

his business best was going to come out ahead. It might be they were opposed by some celebrated

side of the fuselage, and even nipped the Air Service Boys more than once as they stormed past. Neither of the boys knew whether they we

not conscious of having been struck in the head by a passing bullet. Dashing his sleeve across his e

ssue of the battle, however dreadful the resul

like a flash of lightni