Below, as far as could be seen, stretched No-Man's-Land.
Behind was a growing blackness that denoted approaching night. To both
Bangs' and Erwin's astonishment, the biplane, instead of returning, was
pointing downward after the crippled Fokker.
Then from the north whirled a sea-fog that presently enveloped all,
obliterating what remained of light, hiding even Blaine and the
adversary he had pursued. It was strange, mysterious.
Erwin, who was lower than the others, here saw the crumbling walls and
towers of what had once been an old baronial chateau. Near this the
biplane had landed. No sign just then of the Fokker, though that must
have descended also, for the machine or the man in it was undoubtedly
injured. Erwin grabbed his megaphone, shouting up at Buck hovering
near, "I'm going down. Blaine's already landed. Come on!"
But for some reason Bangs declined. Being higher up, he had detected
signs of those other planes invisible to those below.
"Go on down," he shouted. "I want to do a little scouting." And off
he flew, determined all at once to find out who and what might be
approaching. But his purpose was defeated by the onrush of the fog,
that thickened still more, while those landed below were equally
invisible to Buck.
However having a general idea as to the direction best for him to take,
he turned that way after recklessly feeling out in vain for further
sight of the approaching squadron.
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