They just drop in their tracks and sleep in any position." "I saw the Germans doing that, too.

I suppose we'll land soon, Philip, won't we?
They've sighted us and a plane is coming forward to meet us." "We'll make for the meadow over there just beyond the little stream.

I think I can discern the general's marquee, and I must deliver my message as soon as possible.

Wave to that fellow that we're friends." An English aeroplane was now very near them and John, leaning over, made gestures of amity.

Although the aviator's head was almost completely enshrouded in a hood, he discerned a typically British face.
"Kings of the air, with dispatches for your general!" John cried.