Finally he returned:
"Don't know you! You talk like us, but you act like a Hun. Can't
trust you Huns further than you'd -"
"Aw-come on down! I'm tired of fightin' a will-o'-the-wisp like you.
Been in Akron lately?"
"Don't know the burg. Montana's my stampin' ground -- when I'm home."
"I used to live in Akron -- worked in the rubber factories. Come on
down. I know a good place. We can yarn there -- mebbe have a
zwie-bier."
The two machines were now hardly fifty yards apart, with the German
rather lower down than Buck.
"Not much, old man! I don't know you, I say. Now -- you watch out!
I'm --"
But Buck never finished that sentence. The German, having consumed as
much time as he thought proper with his hyperbolical peace propaganda,
suddenly dove sideways, executing what is now known as the Emmelin
turn, that would bring him, nose up, somewhat below and on the other
side of Bangs.
But Buck was not to be caught napping by any Hun making seemingly
friendly proposals. Before the German had more than half executed the
maneuver, Bangs was already shooting upwards in a zigzag course and by
the time the other had gotten into position, Buck was swinging round
far above, from whence, to outdo the other, he pointed his Nieuport
downward pointblank at the fuselage of the German's Taube.
Swiftly he came, apparently reckless of consequences.
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