He too knew the vital nature of his errand, but his instant decision gave a wrench to his whole being.

He saw the Uhlans breaking through the woods and John before them.

He was standing beside the _Arrow_, and giving the machine a sharp push he sprang in and rose at a sharp angle.
"Up! Up, Philip!" John continued to cry, until the cold edge of a lance lay against his throat and a brusque voice bade him to surrender.
"All right, I yield," said John, "but kindly take your lance away.

It's so sharp and cold it makes me feel uncomfortable." As he spoke he continued to look upward.

The _Arrow_ was soaring higher and higher, and the Uhlans were firing at it, but they were not able to hit such a fleeting target.