The group of black specks was still in the sky, but another group was hovering near, and clapping his glasses to his eyes he saw flashes of light passing between them.
"You're right, Bougainville! you're right!" he cried, although Bougainville had not said a word.

"The French flyers have come and there's a fight in the air!" He forgot all about the battle on earth, while he watched the combat in the heavens.

Yet it was an affair of only a few moments.

The Germans evidently feeling that they were too far away from their base, soon retreated.

One of their machines turned over on its side and fell like a shot through space.
John shuddered, took the glasses down, and, by impulse, closed his eyes.
He heard a shock near him, and, opening his eyes again, saw a huddled mass of wreckage, from which a foot encased in a broad German shoe protruded.