"Buck and I -- we'll be overwhelmed, " though Lafe. "I'm growing
weaker. What the hell is the matter with me anyhow?" meaning his
planes of course.
But before the approaching Boches could surround Blaine or Bangs, still
fighting his foe, there rose suddenly out of a cloud to the southwest a
new flock of airplanes that instantly attacked the retreating foe.
All this time a terrific artillery fire was roaring out of the east, as
the result of the Boches signaling from their rear squadron, now being
rapidly whipped into flight by the new onslaught of Allied planes.
Where was Bangs? Just then Blaine saw the solitary Boche flier that
had first attacked him and afterwards got it hot from Buck, speeding at
a crippled pace towards the east. It passed Blaine who, having a sheaf
of ammunition ready, turned loose upon it forthwith as it passed.
This was all it needed, for the foe, one wing swinging loosely, sagged
earthward at a great pace, its pilot working frantically to keep on an
even keel.
Two passing Allied planes each gave it a shower of bullets that caused
it to topple over in mid-air, and go crashing down towards that grim
and gory field below. But where was Bangs?
Blaine's anxieties were deflected from Buck to his own plane which at
last turned earthward, not, crippled more by enemy aid, but - but --
"Why -- confound it! I'm out of gasoline again.
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