Let what Erwin and I did the other night be duly
considered. I need your full support --"
"Young man, you have it!" Here Byers took Blaine's hand and shook it
heartily. "Bring back as many of your squad as you can, but above all
carry out your program."
Night came, and with it a comfortable fog that rose white and misty,
good for the purpose in hand. The clocks were pointing towards seven
when something like a dozen men, wearing the regulation uniform,
gathered at the usual open space, while from the doors of several
hangars mechanics were silently rolling out machines.
Each aviator gave a few comprehensive looks and touches to his own
plane, just to reassure himself that things were all right. Then came
a brief moment or two of silent waiting. There were no, spectators.
Even the rest of the men at the aerodrome did not appear. This was
according to orders.
Out in front stood Captain Byers, attended by Blaine and Erwin, talking
in low, indistinct tones. Finally Byers looked at his watch.
"Time's up, I guess. Do your best, you two. You, Blaine, will veer to
the right as you approach the enemy trenches. You, sir," to Orris,
"will draw to the left. Your squads will follow their respective
leaders. Should you meet opposition before you reach the balloons,
don't flinch. Pour on more speed. Don't signal unless necessary but
obey signals when given.
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