bombing planes. Let those fresh arrivals who had plenty of ammunition
attend to the fighting Fokkers and other battling planes that had
arrived so inopportunely.

By this time the anti-aircraft guns were getting in their work. With
the targets so close, though darting hither and yonder with bewildering
speed, two of the German fighting planes were soon zigzagging towards
the ground. One fell right in the path of a disorderly advance of the
infantry, which happened to be a well-known Canadian battalion. From
his perch, his own ammunition exhausted, Blaine saw those troops surge
around and over that unlucky plane, then pass on, leaving a flaming
wreck behind.

The bombs began to explode. Blaine saw the danger to other troops
behind. It so happened that these troops were Sammies and Blaine, with
a swoosh, swept down to within a dozen yards right over the heads of
these men and the column heard his megaphone bellowing:

"Watch out, bunkies! 'Ware that wrecked plane! She's full of Boche
bombs. Watch out -- spread out! Give it room! Oh, you doughboys!
Rah for Uncle Sam!"

Recognizing the meaning and divining that it must be an American, the
Sammies shouted back as they divided and gave the necessary room:

"Oh, you Spaddy! What you doin' down so low? Rah for you! Bully boy!
Rah, rah, rah! You're all right!"

And on they went, comforted themselves, and comforting the weary,
ammunitionless aviator who now recognized that his present job was