This time it is farther away towards the forts.

Again the firing breaks out, and machine-guns bark at the friendly moon; searchlights career across the heavens, but find nothing.

Again there falls a bomb--much nearer this time--and again comes the noise of the propellers louder and louder.

Shrapnel bursts just over the Embassy, and the Zeppelin is over our heads.

We hear the noise very distinctly, but can see nothing.