Searchlights, like huge fingers of flame, stole across the sky; guns boomed.

At last, in the glare of a searchlight, we saw a long and sinister object floating high above us and gleaming as though it were made of silver.

Flashes came from it followed by terrible booming reports that grew nearer and nearer.

A house collapsed with a crash just behind us.
"Ah!" said Oro, with a smile.

"I know this--it is war, war as it was when the world was different and yet the same." As he spoke, a motor-bus rumbled past.