there is a road so close by," mused the pilot, after they had gone perhaps as far as twenty-five yards.
"Not in a thousand years," asserted Jack confidently, turning to look back as he spoke. "Why, even now I can't discover a sign of the wings, or anything else in the misty moonlight, it's so deceptive. Only that lone tree standing close to where we dropped tells me the location of our plane."
"Yes, I marked that, too," asserted Tom quietly, "I thought we ought to have some sort of landmark to guide us if we should be in a hurry coming back. And the tree, standing up fairly high, can be seen ten times better than anything close to the earth."
"Here's the road, Tom."
"So it is, and an important one in the bargain, judging from its condition," remarked the other, softly.
"It runs the length of the valley, of course," added Jack. "I shouldn't be surprised if it went all the way from Metz to the Verdun front. If that's the case it must have considerable travel, even if nothing has chanced to come along since we landed."
"I can see signs to tell that we are close to some sort of country estate, or it may only be a Lorraine farm."
