Here and there the pilots had gathered in little
groups, receiving their last instructions from majors, captains,
lieutenants, even sergeants of the various aviation corps or squads who
had, in turn, received theirs from commands higher up.
Some of these groups were studying maps and photographs which had been
made by recent reconnaissance trips and prepared for distribution among
those whose task it was to proceed along the various lines thus
indicated.
One group near the center of the line deserves attention. There was
Erwin, Blaine, Bangs, Brodno, all seemingly in fine fettle, gathered
over sundry maps, photos, and instructions. Amid these was Captain
Byers, somewhat at the rear, conferring with Senator Walsen, who had
still deferred his return to Paris, more than likely through the
persuasions of his daughters.
Where were they? Let us look more closely among the airmen. Who is
that whispering coyly to Sergeant Bangs, who stands cap in hand,
despite the frosty night air? He talks earnestly, rapidly, western
fashion, ending with"
"I don't know bow I shall come out of all this! But I do know that
Montana and Idaho are side by side. May I come to see you then?"
"Yes, provided that neither you nor Mr. Blaine forget that Paris leave
which I feel sure you will get." And Avella Walsen blushed prettily.
"But I must go back to father now.
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