All at once came a burst of flame from one of the three and down went
the burning plane like so many had gone before.
"Was that Buck?" gasped Blaine, greatly excited. "The other two seem
strangely harmonious. I must see more."
Round he wheeled and sailed towards the two remaining planes that were
zigzagging about each other a mile or more in the rear.
At a speed of two miles a minute, Blaine found himself almost
immediately being circled by the first plane, which was so much like
Buck's that he at first distinguished no difference. What first
aroused him was a roar of sound and a spatter of bullets that stabbed
his planes as the stranger flew by.
"By hokyl It's a Boche!" Blaine was already maneuvering to get some
shots himself when from the second plane, came a code signal that
instantly informed him of his first mistake.
"Go home!" the flashes commanded. "Leave, me to take care of Fritz."
Quick as a wink Blaine turned to the homeward flight again. But his
plane moved heavily. Back again came the German, but Bangs suddenly
intruded and the two scouts were soon banging, diving, dodging each
other while Blaine, pursued his former course as best he might.
But his speed was strangely slow. He had trouble in maintaining an
even flight, and there were more planes coming from the west. This was
the rear squadron of Germans, that had been overhanging the Allied
advance and signaling their own men further east.
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