"We're leaving behind our friend Weber! He's down there, somewhere by the river!" Lannes made no reply.

The _Arrow_ continued its rise, sharp and swift, and John heard a crackling sound below.

Little missiles, steel and deadly, shot by them.

One passed so close to his face that his breath went again.

When he recovered it once more the _Arrow_, its inmates, unharmed, was far above the range of rifles, flying in a circle.
"Look down, John," said Lannes..