A field battery of horse artillery was emerging from the torn timber
into the open space, which the burning plane had already showed Blaine
to be a beet or turnip field of considerable extent. The constant
roaring of artillery and a continuous red glow on the western horizon
made known the cause of the uproar that had been growing for some time
back.

"They're fighting hard," conjectured Blaine. "Guess wrecking them
sausages must 'a' stirred Fritzy up a bit. Hullo! What's that?"

Already Lafe was a thousand or more feet up. The field battery was now
fading from view as the flames of the burning plane died down.





CHAPTER VIII

BLAINE'S FURTHER ADVENTURES

Once more sharp reports from the Archies came from below. Whether
these were by the battery he had seen Lafe could not now tell. So
thick was the fog, the gun flashings did not reach up to where he was
now spiraling still upward, in order to get beyond the chance effect of
some stray shot.

All along the now distant battle line the dull red glow of bursting
shells lined the front as the rumble of sound jarred more clearly upon