"I wonder what they're going to do." "I think they'll have to leave it," said Weber, "because I can now see other aeroplanes to the west, aeroplanes which may be French, and they dare not linger too long." "And our little flag may make a big disturbance in the heavens." "So it seems." The German plane made circle after circle around the tree, finally drew off to some distance, and then, as it wavered back and forth, its machine gun began to spit fire.

Little boughs and leaves cut from the tree fell to the ground, but the flag, untouched, fluttered defiantly in the light breeze.
"They're trying to shoot it down," said John, "and with such an unsteady gun platform they've missed every time." "I doubt whether they'll continue firing," said Weber.

"An aeroplane doesn't carry any great amount of ammunition and they can't afford to waste much." "They're through now," said John.

"See, they're flying away toward the east, and unless my imagination deceives me, their machine actually looks crestfallen, while our flag is snapping away in the wind, haughty and defiant." "A vivid fancy yours, Mr.Scott, but it's easy to imagine that German machine looking cheap, because that's just the way the men on board it must feel.

Suppose we sit down here and take our ease.