The band of gray in the east broadened, but they still watched with the utmost faith.
"I see something to the eastward," said John, "or is it merely a shadow in the sky ?" "I don't think it's a shadow.

It must be one of those terrible machines, and perhaps it's that of our brave Monsieur Philip." "You're right, Picard, it's no shadow, nor is it a bit of black cloud.
It's an aeroplane, flying very fast.

The skies over Europe hold many aeroplanes these days, but I know all the tricks of the _Arrow_, all its pretty little ways, its manner of curving, looping and dropping, and I should say that the _Arrow_, Philip Lannes aboard, is coming." "I pray, sir, that you are right.

I always hold my breath until he is on the ground again." "Then you'll have to make a record in holding breath, my brave Picard.
He is still far, very far, from us, and it will be a good ten minutes before he arrives." But John knew beyond a doubt, after a little more watching, that it was really the _Arrow_, and with eager eyes he watched the gallant little machine as it descended in many a graceful loop and spiral to the earth.
They hurried forward to meet it, and Lannes, bright-eyed and trim, sprang out, greeting John with a welcome cry.
"Up again," he exclaimed, "and, as I see with these two eyes of mine, as well as ever! And you too, my brave Picard, here to meet me!" He hastened away with a report, but came back to them in a few minutes.
"Now," he said, "We'll go and see my sister." John was not at all unwilling.
They found her in one of the new houses of pine boards, and the faithful and stalwart Suzanne was with her.

It was the plainest of plain places, inhabited by at least twenty other Red Cross nurses, and John stood on one side until the first greeting of brother and sister was over.