"That's near," he said.

"Over the town, I should say--an air-raid, though it may be long-distance firing.

Come and see for yourself." He pulled himself back into the carriage, and Peter leaned out of the window in his turn.

It was as the other had said.

Flares and sudden flashes, that came and went more like summer-lightning than anything else, lit up the whole sky-line, but nearer at hand a steady glow from one or two places showed in the sky.