Still roared the anti-aircraft guns, the
machine guns and the rest of the snipers below; that is, all that were
still on the job after the terrifying disaster so deftly accomplished
by Blaine.
The biplane would not rise to any great degree. But it would travel at
a gentle upward trend and as rapidly as ever.
Off he flew, more than anxious to get out of; range from the vengeful
fire that pursued him.
Another groan from Stanley. Blaine, looking back, saw the lad
crumpling up with a new red stain trickling down his scalp.
"How I would like to help him!" thought the pilot. "But the only
chance for either of us is to keep on and get out of this hell."
For a wonder there did not appear any more Boche fliers, and as soon as
he was outside the immediate range of the Archies, Blaine found that he
was sailing northeastward over an opaquely indistinct expanse of
country which he felt in his bones must be that of the foe.
CHAPTER XVII
BUCK AND THE BOCHE ALOFT
Meanwhile what had become of Buck Bangs, whom we left following the
Boche flier that had first assaulted him, but who soon seemed to have
enough of the game?
The truth was that Buck, who was plucky to the core, did not want to
give up and return to the home base any more than did Blaine. Both
were fighters and loath to abandon what looked like success as long as
there seemed a chance to win out.
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