I have never known a Lannes to flee at the mere rumor of the enemy's coming." "And I hope you never will, Antoine.

I think we'll be back in an hour." "I shall be here, sir." He unbolted the door and Lannes and John stepped out, the cool night air pouring in a grateful flood upon their faces.

Antoine fastened the door behind them, and John again heard the massive bolt sink into its place.
"The quarter is uncommonly quiet," said Lannes.

"I suppose it has a right to be after such a day." Then be looked up, scanning the heavens, after the manner that had become natural to him, a flying man.
"What do you see, Philip ?" asked John.
"A sky of dark blue, plenty of stars, but no aeroplanes, Taubes or other machines of man's making." "I fancy that some of them are on the horizon, but too far away to be seen by us." "Likely as not.

The Germans are daring enough and we can expect more bombs to be dropped on Paris.