Delaunois was a fine fellow after all.
"I can't give you an extra suit for flying," said Delaunois, "but your two blankets ought to protect you in the icy air.

I'll not go very high, and an hour or a little more should put us in the heart of the hills." "Good enough, and many thanks to you," said John.
They gave the machine the requisite push, sprang in and rose slowly above the snowy waste.

It was a good aeroplane, and Delaunois was a good aviator, but John missed the _Arrow_ and Philip.

He knew that the heavens nowhere held such another pair.

Alas! that Lannes should be laid up at such a time with a wound! But he quickly called himself ungrateful.