THE LAST LOAD
Under and over, round, up, down, and all the time the ceaseless chatter of machine-guns.
Then one side-slipped, recovered and dropped on his tail to earth. The fight was now between two machines, the maneuvers were repeated, the same knitting of some queer design until—
"Got him!" yelled the general.
The German plane fell in that slow spiral which told its own tale to the expert watchers. Then suddenly his nose went down and he crashed.
"Who's the man? Tam, for a ducat!" Blackie nodded.
Tam's machine was planing down to earth.
"He'll miss the aerodrome," said the general.
"That's not Tam's way of returning at all," said Blackie with knitted brows.
The machine dropped in the very field where the "Sausage Killer" had been
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