Finzer had not
expended all his allotment in the balloon attack.
"Guess I'd better edge in towards where that drive seems to be
centering. That is the reason, probably, that this battery broke in
where I was on the point of going up again. Fritz is up to some new
thing, I'll bet."
Taking his bearings as best he could, Blaine headed more westward,
keeping at an elevation of six or seven thousand feet.
"Wonder what they'll think back at the station when they don't find me
among the ones that get back? Poor Milt! I lost my machine; he lost
his life. And there were others, too. That Montana chap Bangs. Last
I saw of him he was right under one of them sausages, letting Fritz
have it with the Lewis. Looked like something would get him -- heigho!
What is that?"
Down below, slightly to his rear, there flashed through the fog a short
series of vari-colored lights, which to Blaine's active mind spelled
forth:
"Boches 'bout to get me. Big drive on hand. Yonder they go -- watch
out!"
That was all, but it was enough. Blaine knew that it must come from
another of the raiding scouts who had somehow gone down in
No-Man's-Land. It might come from a shell hole. Anyway, it was being
sent up by some one risking almost certain death in order to let the
Allies know that big things were already under way.
"Where are the Boche planes?" Blaine had more than once asked himself.
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