Blaine's my name; that's Erwin over
there," pointing at the cot where Orris was grinning and smiling. "The
chap who went out just now is Stanley. He is my observer. But our
machine is smashed now and how we will all get back is more than I
know. Eh, Orry?"
"Looks that way. But what's the use of worrying while we are in such
charming company? I'm all right."
And to prove it Erwin stepped out on the floor, a little teetery
perhaps, but once more himself. He made a not ungraceful bow.
"May I ask, Miss Daskam, how you happened to get cornered down here in
this poor old chateau? It must have been a grand place once -- but
now!" He shrugged slightly, regarding Miss Daskam sympathizingly.
"The wife of the owner of this place is my sister. I came over as a
member of the Belgian Red Cross. Both my sister and her husband are,
or were, at headquarters when I left the Belgian lines. I had a permit
to visit his chateau; for in the days before I came over here I had
left there certain papers most important to them both. I wanted to see
the place and I had a friend that was chummy with the Boches in
Brussels. He had forwarded me a pass. So I insisted on taking Brenda
along and trying it alone. You know western girls are not much afraid
of things."
"Well, you were plucky enough, anyhow, interposed Erwin and Blaine
nodded.
"Up to that time, after the chateau had been bombarded by our Allies in
their final advance towards Paschiendale after Vimy ridge, it had
rested unharmed further.
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