"Bet you'd never guess
who one of them two Huns is." Lafe eyed Bangs quizzically.
"Nix! I ain't much on blind guessing. I saw my chap was crippled and
I went back after the other, to keep him off you. I'd lost sight of
you, but I reasoned you'd be on the way home. I knew you couldn't go
very fast. Then all at once I saw I was afire. One of my wings had
caught from something -- probably an explosive shell. Well, I had to
turn back. Meantime those planes arriving from our side had swept the
Boches clean off. I saw I wasn't getting much of anywhere and I just
managed to light down here."
"But what about that chap over there?"
"Bother! I don't know beans about him; only if I helped bring him down
I guess it was a good job."
"Better job than you think! You remember Bauer, the chap that was
caught in the spy act back in the old station?"
Bangs nodded.
"He's one of the two over there," pointing at the airplane wreck, "and
he was alive when I heard him. I went to him, but he was practically
gone. Will say this for him though, he was a Hun all right, and he
died cussing us all, Johnny Bull, Uncle Sam, as 'Schwein, schwein!' Oh
yes, be was true German to the backbone. Between you and me I'm right
glad that it fell to us to do him up, and that we will all know he got
the reward due his abominable treachery." And Blaine nodded his head
emphatically.
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