Our Pilots in the Air by William B. Perry
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page 71 of 197 (36%)
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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 |
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