We were trundling along very slowly now, and even I was soon able to pick up the hangars of a big aerodrome.
We made Micklegill, but only by the skin of our teeth.

We were so low that the smoky chimneys of the city of Bradfield seven miles to the east were half hidden by a ridge of down.

Archie achieved a clever descent in the lee of a belt of firs, and got out full of imprecations against the Gladas engine.

'I'll go up to the camp and report,' he said, 'and send mechanics down to tinker this darned gramophone.

You'd better go for a walk, sir.