Finally the taube tired of manoeuvering, would disappear.

"Until to-morrow!" ejaculated the Spaniard.

"Perhaps to-morrow's show may be even more interesting!" He employed his free hours between his geographical observations and his aerial contemplations in making the rounds of the stations, watching the crowds of travellers making their escape from Paris.

The sudden vision of the truth--after the illusion which the Government had been creating with its optimistic dispatches, the certainty that the Germans were actually near when a week before they had imagined them completely routed, the taubes flying over Paris, the mysterious threat of the Zeppelins--all these dangerous signs were filling a part of the community with frenzied desperation.

The railroad stations, guarded by the soldiery, were only admitting those who had secured tickets in advance.