"They're fighting hard," conjectured Blaine. "Guess wrecking them
sausages must 'a' stirred Fritzy up a bit. Hullo! What's that?"
Already Lafe was a thousand or more feet up. The field battery was now
fading from view as the flames of the burning plane died down.
CHAPTER VIII
BLAINE'S FURTHER ADVENTURES
Once more sharp reports from the Archies came from below. Whether
these were by the battery he had seen Lafe could not now tell. So
thick was the fog, the gun flashings did not reach up to where he was
now spiraling still upward, in order to get beyond the chance effect of
some stray shot.
All along the now distant battle line the dull red glow of bursting
shells lined the front as the rumble of sound jarred more clearly upon
his ears. Undoubtedly some kind of battle must be going on. Was it
one result of the night raid? Was Fritz, now that his observation
points were at least temporarily out of active service, taking his
revenge by another drive? And where the Allies would least suspect?
That is, right over the Appincourte Bluff?
"What ought I do?" reflected Blaine, still gently climbing higher.
"It's a still night, foggy, good for most anything up here, except to
see or be seen and that's what I don't want. Wonder if poor Finzer had
his night signals along? Ah, here they are!"
He was overhauling with one hand a small locker that was part of the
fuselage Moreover, there were still two unused sheafs of ammunition
for the Lewis gun and a few grenades and bombs.
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