No flying man can see through those vines over our heads, and we can watch in safety.
We're sure to draw other scouts of the air, while for us it's an interesting and comparatively safe experience." "Our flag is certainly an attraction," said John, making himself comfortable on the ground.

"There's a bird of passage now, coming down from the north as swift as a swallow." "It's a little monoplane," said Weber, "and it certainly resembles a swallow, as it comes like a flash toward this tree.

I thought at first it might be Lannes in the _Arrow_, but the plane is too small, and it's of German make." "I fancy it won't linger long.

This is not a healthy bit of space for lone fellows in monoplanes." The little plane slackened its speed, as it approached the tree, and then sailed by it at a moderate rate.

When it was opposite the flag a spurt of flame came from the pistol of the man in it, and John actually laughed.
"That was sheer spite," he said.