For a few minutes there was some bustle over getting petty belongings together and marshaling them into a pack that could be slung over the back.
"Officers ready!" ordered the under-officer, returning.

"Fall in by twos and march after me to the office." He marched the little detachment through the larger enclosure, and in through the rear of the office building.

Here there was a roll-call.

Then the officers, again in twos, were marched outside, where a corporal and four soldiers fell in with them as guard.
Down the road the captured officers were marched for something like a quarter of a mile.
"Halt, but keep your places in the ranks," ordered the corporal.
"Any prisoner disobeying will be shot." "There is something that promises!" cried Captain Lescault, pointing to the sky.
Southward, over the lines, appeared a squadron of swift French airplanes, coming over the German lines.

Almost instantly German aircraft began to rise from the ground, going to meet the invaders of the air.
Over the purring of the engines sounded the sharp, continuous rapping of machine guns as the opposing craft fought each other.
Two German planes came crashing down to earth.