Nothing to be seen anywhere.
All at once Bangs thought of Blaine. Faintly he had heard the sound of
explosions down near the earth; but whether the same were bombs, or
guns, or if any other cause were responsible the lad did not know.
"Ought I to look him up or not?" he more than once asked himself. "No
better chap anywhere than Blaine, or for that matter Stanley either."
Circling round a wide aerial expanse while cogitating along these
lines, he thought he heard the sound of far-off explosions somewhere
below. His timepiece showed that the hour was near three A.M.
Daylight would soon be showing. In the far west and southwest the
thunderous roll of artillery was incessant, mingled with sharper minor
concussion of small arms, machine guns and musketry.
"That drive must now be in full swing," he thought. "Ought I to circle
round there and see if I can do any good? Might take a squint at the
Boche front and let our artillery know."
He was about to follow out this when another rattle from below came up.
Somehow he felt that it might be connected with Blaine and Stanley,
nor would the notion rest until he began to descend.
The course followed took him somewhat to the north of where the great
battle was raging in the southwest, and presently he saw quite an
expanse of war-torn forest underneath, or so it seemed from the height
at which be flew.
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