Was this a continuation of the nightmare of the afternoon?
There was a roar just behind their ears as it seemed.

They saw a light flash upon the sky and fade, flash again and fade.

With their faces towards the horizon they watched.
"What is it ?" Trenchard said at last.

There advanced towards him then from out of the empty house an old man in a wide straw hat with a broom.
"What is it ?" Trenchard said again.
"It's the Austrians," said the old man in Polish, of which Trenchard understood very little.

"First it's the Russians....