About this time came the sounds of heavy firing over No-Man's-Land.
"That is one result of your rocket, Bauer, Byers, grimly.
CHAPTER VII
DOWNING THE SAUSAGES
Once clear of the Allied front line of trenches, the double platoon of
planes spread out on either hand, flying swiftly yet keeping near the
earth. This was strange for so formidable a squadron of fighting,
one-man planes that usually soar up to lofty heights, far from the
direct range Fritzy's Archies.
But their instructions were clear, and each trained pilot knew just
what he had to do. Swiftly and still more swiftly they flew. The
night mists, growing yet more opaque, promised, favorably. Appincourte
Bluff, just beyond the little river, could hardly be seen at all, but
the roar of the motors overhead indicated that something might be on
the wing. Without question few advance sentries still remained near
the ruins that once had been a capacious subterranean chamber. From
there the Germans had doubtless expected to emerge in assault, while
their artillery made the essential barrage to stay any possible
resistance while their infantry crossed the stream. But the Allied
bombardment, made possible by Erwin's daring final flight across the
Bluff towards his own quarters, had made Appincourte futile so far as
that assault went. Still Fritz might be there. He was there -- that
is, a few of him.
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