Then he took off his glasses, rubbed them thoughtfully a moment or two, replaced them and looked keenly at the two.

He was a quiet man and he made no gestures, but John met his gaze serenely, read his eyes and saw the tremendous weight of responsibility back of them.
"You have done well, you two, perhaps far better than you know," said the general, "and now, since you are wounded, Philip Lannes, you must have attention.

De Rougemont, take care of them." De Rougemont, a captain, was the man to whom they had been talking, and he gladly received the charge.

He was a fine, well built officer, under thirty, and it was obvious that he already took a deep interest in the two young aviators.

Noticing Lannes' anxious glances toward his precious machine, he promptly detailed two men to take care of the _Arrow_ and then he led John and Lannes toward the group of tents.
"First I'll get a surgeon for you," he said to the Frenchman, "and after that there's food for you both." "I hope you'll tell the surgeon to be careful how he takes off my cap," said Lannes, "because it's fastened to my head now by my own dried blood." "Trust me for that," said de Rougemont.