He whistled his appreciation.
'Gad, that's a deep game.

Sort of camouflage?
Speaking from my experience it is easy to overdo that kind of stunt.

When I was at Misieux the French started out to camouflage the caravans where they keep their pigeons, and they did it so damned well that the poor little birds couldn't hit 'em off, and spent the night out.' We entered the white gates of a big aerodrome, skirted a forest of tents and huts, and drew up at a shanty on the far confines of the place.

The hour was half past four, and the world was still asleep.
Archie nodded towards one of the hangars, from the mouth of which projected the propeller end of an aeroplane.
'I'm by way of flyin' that bus down to Farnton tomorrow,' he remarked.
'It's the new Shark-Gladas.

Got a mouth like a tree.' An idea flashed into my mind.
'You're going this morning,' I said.
'How did you know ?' he exclaimed.