But, Phil, I don't see the object in such attacks.

They may kill a few people, nearly always the unarmed, but that has no real effect on a war." "They wish to spread terror, I suppose.

Lend me your glasses, John." Lannes studied the heavens a long time, minutely examining every black speck against the blue, and John stood beside him, waiting patiently.
Meanwhile the throng of fleeing people moved on as before, silent and somber, even the children saying little.

John was again stirred by the deepest emotion of sympathy and pity.

What a tremendous tragedy it would be if New York were being abandoned thus to a victorious foe! Lannes himself had seemed to take no notice of the flight, but John judged he had made a powerful effort of the will to hide the grief and anger that surely filled his heart.
"I don't see anything in the air but our own machines," said Lannes, as he returned the glasses.