The _Arrow_ had become small in the distant blue.
A whimsical impulse seized him.
"You've a right to be sorry," he said.

"That was the greatest flying man in the world, and all day he has carried messages, heavy with the fate of nations.

If you had taken him a few moments ago you might have saved the German army from defeat today.

But your chance has gone.

If you were to see him again you would not know him and his plane from others of their kind." The officer's eyes dilated at first.