Then, as he put his hand on the steering rudder and the attendants gave the _Arrow_ a mighty shove, the soul of Lannes swelled within him.
They rose slowly and then swiftly over Paris, and his troubles were left behind him on the earth.

Up, up they went, in a series of graceful spirals, and although John, at first, felt the old uneasy feeling, it soon departed.

He too exulted in their mounting flight and the rush of cold air.
"Use your glasses, John," said Lannes, "and tell me what you can see." "Some captive balloons, five other planes, all our own, and on the horizon, where the German army lies, several black specks too vague and indefinite for me to make out what they are, although I've no doubt they're German flyers." "I'd like to have a look at the Germans, but our way leads elsewhere.
What else do you see, John ?" "I look downward and I see the most magnificent and glittering city in the world." "And that's Paris, our glorious Paris, which you and I and a million others are going to save.

I suppose it's hope, John, that makes me feel we'll do something.

Did you know that the Germans dropped two more bombs on the city last night?
One, luckily, fell in the Seine.